#babygirl you are so sincere and you care so much and you love so deeply. i wam to gib u a kith

[meatmensch]

in s1e18 the brothers have to use the "two queens?" kid as bait to save his little brother. they explain what the monster is and the kid says he saw it. he says he thought he was having a nightmare. dean says "i'd give anything not to tell you this, but sometimes nightmares are real." he's known the little guy for only a couple of days and he MEANS thattttt 😭😭😭 he really would give ANYTHING not to have to tell that little boy about the things that go bump in the night. i just. i. AHHHHHHH

#babygirl you are so sincere and you care so much and you love so deeply. i wam to gib u a kith

[phoenix-is-the-hottest-thing]

Top five favourite characters with reasons why ?

1. Mobius

She is the character ever. Autistic behavior. Cup noodles addict. My little hiss hiss. My baby rattle rattle. Would stab as a warning. Likes cute animals. Sassy bitch. Nurturing streak. Man-hating lesbian. Would beat up god in a parking lot. She’s even a mom.

Her only “flaw” is that I don’t actually like the color green

2. Mei

Originally I wasn’t a huge fan of her, but she MASSIVELY grew on me thanks to ER. I also enjoy her various event-inspired or fanart-inspired AU versions writers have made up~

She cares a lot and stabs her problems and I love that for both Mobius and her. Sword lesbian let’s go

3. Hua

Hua was my first love in this game, she’s just got SO much lore and she’s been through SO much and I absolutely adore how sincerely she still cares about others. She’s a tortured little meow meow but she stands back up over and over again

Also Shattered Samsara is my favorite animation

4. Elysia

I try to pretend the weird parts of her characterization in EE don’t exist. Elysia in ER is SO fun, incredibly shameless, makes me laugh constantly, gay as fuck, shady as hell but nevertheless incredibly sincere, mary sue subversion (damn you EE for forgetting the subversion part!!), just a living contradiction of a character and ever since last year I was HERE for it.

She’s kinda low because of how EE messed her up for me, ngl, but even with that in mind I’m still incredibly fond of her.

5. Kiana

I like her less than I used to for the very simple reason that her fans have deeply annoyed me through being jerks to some of my friends, BUT. Overall I still like her a lot. She’s fun to bully in stories, she’s a beautiful and passionate character and she’s had incredible growth throughout the story that I’ve found deeply touching. She’s also gay as hell which I always appreciate. I’ve been really happy to see her grow up and she looks pretty beat up!

Honorable mentions, no order in particular:

Vill-V (blorbo!!! babygirl(s). Just suffers from lack of screentime and lots of blank spots backstory wise, else she’d be higher on the list. I love you vivi)

Rita (deserves more screentime but she’s so fun. also looks hot beaten up)

Gray Serpent (they’re creepy they’re hilarious and I’ve loved them more ever since I’ve realized they’re a hivemind of momma’s boys)

Aponia (loved her potential but she didn’t really live up to it due to “yeah we dropped your story arc sorryyy” disease. deserved way more)

ELF Klein (baby…. so small. but so brave. she’d extremely well-written and hilarious. Her relationship with Mobius is MWAH. remember when she tried giving Can the cat cup noodles ;-; I miss her ER sprite somehow it was more expressive than her model…)

#honkai impact #hi3 #asks #ask games #thanks for the ask! #elysia #mobius #aponia #vill-v

[xiaothejun]

Riskier than you// Wong Yukhei

Jealous boyfriend! Yukhei

Suggestive, fluff, jealousy

“Don’t wait for me, I’ll be a bit late.” Yukhei tells you through the speaker of his phone, focused on the road. -“Alright baby, call me when you’re near.” You reply, your voice is muffled since you were applying your lipstick, fixing your hair lastly. “Hmm… I love you.” He hums and confesses shortly, makes your heart beat faster as if it’s the first time those words come out of his lips and you can hear his smile through his little giggle.

-“Love you more.” You make a kissy sound and hang up, taking one final look in the mirror before heading out.

It’s the second event you’re invited to together, you were always just envious of all the glam and fancy outfits those models and actresses wore. Now you’re just trying to get used to it, to be honest, you’re starting to like it.

It’s never been the money that attracted you, especially not in him. You fell for his heart, over and over again, even though you have always tried to push your feelings away, deny them, make attempts to love somebody else, even tried to think of your ex boyfriend, who was nothing like him; but all the roads led you to him eventually.

Despite the smell of luxury and glamorous life, you could sense the loneliness of them people standing in front of you with a martini glass between their fingers and the Louis Vuitton suits. He is one of them too, far from being your type, and yet, he stole your heart. And you couldn’t be more grateful for him for doing so.

You fixed your silky, mini dress. Not feeling too uncomfortable, you liked it ofcourse, not sure if because Yukhei bought it for you or because it makes you feel less insecure than you usually are. Heading into the hall, it was crowded, same expensive perfume scents mixed in the air, slightly chilly.

-“Hey there,” you turn to a taller guy, around your boyfriend’s height, holding two glasses of what seems like alcohol mixed with some fruit juice. -“Is it your first time here, you don’t look familiar.” He smiles widely before handing you one of the glasses, the full one. “Second actually. No thank you, I don’t drink.” You refuse politely with a little smile, trying not to be mean to whoever isn’t.

-“Oh, I apologize miss…” he’s looking for a tag with your name, one you didn’t have. “Just y/n is fine.” You say and grab a cherry from the fruit buffet.

It was fine, nothing suspicious. In fact, nobody looked strangely at you as you thought they would.

Yukhei finally arrived at the place, turning his head to the backyard as he notices your familiar figure, giggling around with another man. His heart twitched at the view and his eyebrow raised naturally in annoyance. He didn’t even call to say he’s here but parked the car and immediately ran into the hall.

-“What a lovely name, I’m-“ The guy’s words were cut off once your boyfriend approached you, sneaking his arm around your waist and pulling you closer to his own body. “Baby.” Yukhei cups your face and kisses you on the lips, loving the combination of the sweet cherry and your lipstick.

Both you and guy were shocked by Yukhei’s actions. You noticed his heavy breathing which he only has when he’s angry or jealous, and then the fist he was holding back.

His blood was boiling, he didn’t even fake a smile to the guy who he thought was flirting with you. He had no problem showing you were his. But you loved this side of him as well.

His eyebrow was raised again at the guy, death glaring at him and his hands that were now holding one empty glass and yours who was full. “I’ll take that.” He says coldly and grabs the full one, sipping it all at once while still holding onto your waist with his other hand.

-“I didn’t know you were Yukhei’s girlfriend.” The guy leans in to you when Yukhei turns around to the buffet, greeting some of his older friends. “I-“ You’re about to say but your boyfriend is faster than you.

“She’s my fiancé. Now back off.” Your eyes widen at your boyfriend when he turns back to his place next to you, confidently surprising both you and the other guy.

Along with the coldness he held in his voice, it was one of the hottest things he has ever said about you. The guy steps backwards and leaves with his hands in the air as if he gave up, not that he tried to hit up on you, just tried to greet nicely, but your boyfriend didn’t like it.

“Baby- fiancé?!” You whisper-shout, trying hard not to blush at how it makes you feel when he called you like that. -“You look so good in this dress, babygirl.” You know he tries to calm himself down from the anger, but he means every word he says. “Don’t ignore me.” You pout, playing with the collar of his shirt. -“Sorry baby, I got distracted by your beauty.” His large hand moves along your sides, appreciating every curve, every single inch through the silky fabric. “Yukhei… we’re in public…” you whisper although there was music and nobody minds else’s business.

-“I don’t care, I want everyone here to know you’re only mine.” You felt good hearing his sincere words, perhaps too sincere. “Please, Yuk, not here.” He loves getting risky, but this was too much even for him. “He wasn’t trying to flirt.” You find the opportunity to say, and see how his expression changes in seconds. “He was just being nice.” He doesn’t like the fact you’re defending some random guy you don’t even know his name. -“God knows where he’d take you if I wasn’t here on time.” He rolls his eyes and says, playing his fingers on your collarbones, making you shiver a bit.

“He admires you. I saw it when he realized I’m your girlfriend.” You tell him and he looks deeply in your eyes, falling on your lips and back to everywhere underneath your neck. -“Admires…” he chuckles, -“He wants to get you in his bed.” He swallows the rest of the second glass of martini in his hand hardly, fixing his dress shirt as you can see beads of sweat on his neck and the first button unbuttoned itself from his touch.

“Oh come on, that’s non-sense, you know I don’t even think about other guys. Don’t you trust me?” You raise an eyebrow at him, playing with that button which made him feel hotter.

-“You know I do. I don’t trust them when my girl is wearing this dress and smells like heaven.” He got even more turned on when he placed a kiss on your neck. “Your favorite perfume, I know it’s’ magic will work.” You whisper and feel him against your body, he gets needier with every word you say. -“You know me best, baby.” He whispers the last word, which was your favorite one that came out of his mouth, too close to your ear that it made chills run all over your spine.

The closer he got to your body, almost leaving no space in between both of your bodies, you grabbed the sides of his black blazer(/jacket?), pulling him even closer. -“I think we’ll head home earlier than expected.” He says in your ear and places a wet kiss right under it, holding onto your hips.

“Unless you’re down to get risky and take me there.” You pointed with your head to the bathroom, knowing what’s the reason he’s being this clingy and wanting to go home. He’s always like this when he got jealous, that’s another reason in the list of things you love about him.

-“You’re full of surprises tonight, huh?” He took his bottom lip in between his teeth and bit onto it slightly, making you lose your mind since he knows it drives you crazy everytime.

“I told you I can be riskier than you,” you fix his collar, buttoning up whatever you imagined unbuttoned completely. “And no baby, running your hand up my thigh under the table isn’t risky enough for me.” You laugh at his previous public attempt to turn you on. -“It did do something to you though.” He replies, teasing with his fingers on your bare skin right below the hem of your dress. “Never fails.” You lastly say as he pulls you to the second floor’s luxury bathroom.

#wayv #nct #superm #wayv imagines #wayv imagine #nct imagine #nct imagines #wayv scenario #wayv smut #wayv scenarios #Lucas #lucas imagine #Lucas scenario #yukhei #Wong yukhei #yukhei imagine #yukhei scenario #xuxi #xuxi imagine #xuxi scenario #huang xuxi #lucas imagines #lucas scenarios #Wong yukhei smut #yukhei smut #Lucas smut #xuxi smut #kpop smut #kpop scenarios #kpop imagines

[nessaxc]

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Every Part Of You || Oikawa Tooru

You feel self-conscious about your stretch marks, and Oikawa shows you just how much he loves you and your stretch marks.

~ Rating: Explicit, 18+

~ Words: 1.9k

~ Tags: Smut, Fluff, Comfort Sex, Cunnilingus, Lap Sex, Praise Kink, Pet name

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You walked down the stairs with a frown on your face. Ten minutes earlier you were staring in the mirror at your reflection, gazing at the new marks stretching across the skin on your stomach. Running your fingertips over the raised scars lightly as your eyebrows creased at the silver streak running across your abdomen. You already had stretch marks that were smaller and easier to conceal, but these were out in the open. Huffing slightly, you pulled the long shirt back down to cover your body and unlocked the bathroom door. With each step down the steps leading into the living room where Oikawa was, a new inquisition leapt to the forefront of your mind. What if Oikawa finds it ugly? What if he hates them?

The questions were flooding your brain as you finally reached the bottom of the steps, your nerves shooting through the roof as you looked over at Oikawa who was searching for a movie to watch. Deep down you knew he wouldn’t mind your scars at all, he was always so supportive with anything you approached him with, no matter how ridiculous it was. Every time you walked downstairs, dressed up and ready for your date night, Oikawa could never stop the compliments. But a tiny part of you was always hesitant over talking to him about your insecurities.

“Hey, Y/N. You alright?” Oikawa concerning tone pulled you from your thoughts and you blinked out of your daze, realising you had been stood unmoving at the bottom of the stairs.

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m good. Sorry, just lost my train of thought for a second,” you smile at him, walking over to the sofa and flopping down next to him.

“You figured out what we’re watching yet?” Side-eyeing him, you saw on his face that he had no luck in choosing a movie, the defeat slowly becoming evident in his features. It took about twenty minutes to finally find something to watch, twenty long minutes of playful arguing over movie choices like children. Oikawa’s hand snaked around your waist as you cuddled into him. He played with the hem of your shirt, lifting it slightly to brush his fingertips along the skin of your hip causing you to tense at his touch slightly. Oikawa looked over at you, his brows furrowing in confusion at your ministrations.

“Baby, are you sure you’re okay?” You met his eyes, his soft, chocolately orbs gazing into yours.

“Can I ask you something?” You asked, shuffling slightly to face him properly. “Anything,” he responded, his hand that was on your waist shifting to run up and down your thigh.

You fiddle with your fingers and, Oikawa notices your nervous tick. “You love me, right?” His eyebrows shot up at the question. He wasn’t expecting that query to come out of your mouth.

“Baby, of course I love you. Where’s this coming from?” He covered his hand with yours, rubbing soothing circles.

“I just-I wanna know if you’d still love me if I had…body imperfections or something.” You chewed your lip as he pulled back slightly, startled.

“Y/N, you have no imperfections.”

You chuckled slightly, “Tooru, everyone has imperfections.” But he wasn’t having any of it. “Nope,” he claimed, “babygirl you are the most perfect woman in the world.”

You giggled, shaking your head slightly as you gave him a half-smile. Cupping your face with his hands, he looked into your eyes, trying to decipher what was going on. “I would love you no matter what. But, you gotta tell me, is there something specific that’s bothering you?"

Your eyes dropped slightly as you continued to bite at your lip, "I found some stretch marks on my stomach and I didn’t know how you’d react.” Oikawa’s head tilted slightly as he registered your words. “Oh, sweetheart, I love you, I love every part of you. Your stretch marks are beautiful, and I love them just the same.”

Your eyes shot up to meet his, filled with compassion and sincerity. “You do?” Your whisper was barely audible as you forced it out. Oikawa nodded, his palms dropping from your cheeks to bring your hands up to his face, kissing your knuckles. “Baby, everything about you is perfect. You should never feel uncomfortable telling me about this stuff. I’ll never think any different of you. Never."

Oikawa leaned forward and pressed his lips to yours in a sweet, comforting kiss. You felt his hands travel down your body, one to your waist and one to your thigh. Within seconds you were led on your back whilst he hovered over you, your breath mingling with his from how close he was. His hands found the bottom of your long shirt, pulling slightly and looking into your eyes for any uncertainty. When you didn’t stop him, Oikawa lifted your shirt over your head, tossing it over the television that was still playing the movie you had put on earlier. You looked up at him, expecting him to lean down and kiss you, but he did the opposite. He leaned back on his haunches and looked at you. Observing you.

"What?” You questioned his actions, confused as to what he was doing exactly.

He shook his head, cocking it to the side as his eyes raked over your body. “I just don’t understand how you don’t realise how flawless you are.”

Your heart jumped at those words. Your face broke into a small smile as Oikawa leaned down, kissing you deeply, tongue tracing along your bottom lip. Almost upon instinct, your lips parted and his tongue slipped inside your mouth, licking at each tooth and into each crevice. You could feel him hardening against your thigh as his hips slotted between your legs, his jeans rubbing against your bare skin. Oikawa’s lips left your own, dragging your bottom lip between his teeth before trailing wet kisses down your jaw to your neck, and sucking at your pulse point. Your back arched at the sensation as your fingers entangled themselves in his hair.

“Tooru”, you moaned as his lips trailed lower, eventually resting against your lower stomach.

“I got you baby. Look so beautiful.” His skin tickled your sensitive skin as he kissed over your marks, taking care to give attention to each scar ample affection to each and every one, never leaving one feeling neglected. “So lucky to have you in my life baby. So pretty.”

Oikawa’s fingers hooked around your panties and pulled them down your legs, flinging them over the back of the sofa. His kisses travelled lower until you could feel his breath against your slick heat. “So ready for me. Could stay between your thighs forever, babygirl.” His words alone were such a turn-on. He always knew what to say to make you writhe under him, make you wetter than pansy petals after rain. Before you could respond, Oikawa licked a stripe up the middle of your slick. Your mouth fell open as one of your hands gripped his hair, the other hand grabbing the sofa as your hips involuntarily bucked into him, desperate for his touch. He chuckled against your skin, the reverberating feeling going straight to your core. “Easy baby. I wanna take my time with you this time. Show you how perfect you are.” And with that, he delved back into your pussy, licking and sucking in all the right places to make you fall apart beneath his touches. His tongue dipped into your aching core, pulling a throaty groan from your mouth, one unrecognisable to you. “Taste so good. Would have you for every meal if I could.”

“Fu-fuck Tooru. I’m gonna-” you were cut off by Oikawa sucking harshly at your clit, expertly working his tongue on it. The feeling pulling you to the familiar warm sensation only Oikawa could make you feel. Your back arched off the sofa and your grip in his hair tightened as a warmth flooded through your body, making your whole body shudder with pleasure as Oikawa lapped up your juices. “Love hearing those pretty little moans of yours. Got any more in you?"

He stayed buried in your folds until it became too much, only pulling away when you forced his head away from you with the little strength you had left. His mustache was coated in your slick, his eyes hungry for you. Pulling his own shirt off, he kissed his way back up your body, leaving a trail of your release in his wake. After what felt like a lifetime, he reached your lips, kissing you deeply as you tasted yourself against his mouth. Oikawa’s arms wrapped around your back and leaned back, pulling you up onto his lap.

"I want you to ride me, baby. You look so beautiful when you ride your man. So pretty bouncing on my cock.” God, how could you refuse this man?

Your hands snaked between the two of you to release his sweetpants. After his sweetpants and underwear were discarded somewhere in the living room (you were gonna have a hard time finding your clothes later), you rose on your knees, lining his cock up with your entrance. Oikawa fused his lips to yours as you slowly sank onto his cock, his tongue licking into your mouth. Once fully seated inside you, Oikawa’s hands drifted down to grip your ass, holding and kneading at the flesh with his fingertips. “So gorgeous, baby. Looking so damn perfect, up on your man.”

You smiled, moving your hips slowly as you adjusted to his length, the tip scraping deliciously against the aching spot inside you. His hands gripped your hips while your palms laid on his chest, heart thumping rapidly in his chest as you rode him at a slow, aching pace. Your hips sped up as you felt your second orgasm approaching fast and hard. Like a tsunami building up inside you, threatening to spill over at any point. Oikawa’s thumb found its way to your clit, rubbing circles as your head fell back in pleasure, mouth open as you moaned his name.

“Oh god, Tooru, gonna cum,” you managed to breathe out, nails digging into his bare chest, most likely leaving indented half-crescent shapes in his skin.

“That’s it, baby. Cum for me. Soak me like I know you can.” Oikawa’s words pushed you over the edge, your orgasm flooding you, pleasure searing through your veins as you clenched your walls around him. “Goddamn babygirl, always look so gorgeous when you cum for me. Like a goddess. I don’t deserve you sometimes,” Oikawa’s strained the last couple of words as you clenched harder around him, drowning his cock in your cum. Triggering his own release, you felt as he coated your walls, warm ropes of cum painting your insides. Panting heavily, you collapsed onto Oikawa’s sweat-slicked chest, fingertips trailing patterns across his chest. His hands ran up and down your spine, trailing along the ticklish spots on your hips.

“Thank you, baby,” you mumbled, tipping your head up to kiss his jaw. He chuckled, tilting to look down at you.

“Baby, you don’t need to thank me. I’ll happily do that any time you want. But you’re perfect, and I’ll tell you that every minute of every day if I have to.” Oikawa kissed the top of your head as his arms around you tightened. “I love you Y/N, all of you.”

“I love you too, Tooru.”

You leaned up, pressing a kiss to your man’s lips as the movie credits rolled, visible on the part of the screen that your discarded clothes weren’t covering.

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[yyxgin]

clouds

“someday, you’re gonna see the things that I see, you’re gonna want the air that I breathe”

-> pairing: lee minho x fem!reader

-> genre: bittersweet fluff with an angsty ending

-> summary: Lee Minho always sees you watching the sky. As the seasons change, you grow closer, until summer strikes again.

-> words: 1.6 k

-> warnings: none other than that i literally just used a one directon lyric under the title 

- summer

Lee Minho first meets you as you’re looking up at the blue sky.

You are squinting a little, much to the fact that the sun is up and the sky is clear. Your hair is slowly blowing in the light summer breeze, a soft smile playing with your features as you clutch your hands into fists right by your side. His heart starts beating quicker as he stares at you longer and longer, noticing the details of the slightest blush on your cheeks, maybe caused by a sunburn, the light shine of your features, the stars in your eyes, even the way you deeply breathe in the air as if you were enjoying it more than anything else in the world.

You are wearing a summer dress, red dots splattered all over it, making you look young and care-free. He notices the way he is mesmerized by your presence, the way he just can’t help but stare at you as he’s sitting under the tree in the shade alone, looking you up and down, his chest heaving with an emotion he is yet to understand.

A young boy on a bike strikes around, ringing his bell in joy, making you look his way, softly giggling at the little one’s happiness. Even the smallest thing could make you happy, Minho saw that right away. 

But as your eyes move to look at the sky again, they stop at the boy gazing at you from under the tree, a warm smile spreading onto your cheeks. 

Minho feels his face burning, a state of new-found flustration taking over him, quickly looking away from you as he is caught in the act, feeling embarrassed.  It doesn’t take him long to look at you again, though, your presence is just that captivating to the poor boy, too inviting for him to stay away. 

“What is your name?” you ask bluntly, taking a step closer to the shade, but never shielding yourself from the light. 

“Lee Minho.” he bashfully replies. He can feel himself growing more and more shy, a feeling he had never experienced with anyone before, biting down on his bottom lip as his eyes move to your feet, your eye-contact being too much for him to handle at the moment.

“Well, Lee Minho… Can you keep a secret?” 

- autumn

Lee Minho first kisses you as you’re looking at the blue sky. 

The seasons changed and he has too - the warm summer into chillier autumn, his closed exterior into more open, warm. You have changed him. You moved something inside of him and suddenly, it felt like everything found its place in his life. 

You are laying in his lap, refusing to sit in the shade, like Minho always used to when he was alone. Your eyes still shine as if you stole the stars from the sky to put them inside, your blush still sitting at your cheeks when you feel your friend watching you, admiring you. You always knew about the stolen glances he sent your way, that was the reason you talked to him in the first place, after all, but they still made you shy when you knew you were being watched. 

He smiles at your expression. You were the source of his happiness, a new-found light. You were everything to him. 

“Why do you never look at the sky with me?” you ask, meeting eyes with him. His eyes are soft, warm, making you feel like gold, but you always wished he could look at the beauty that was up in the air, right in front of his eyes. 

“Because you are prettier.” he mumbles and you can almost see the blush creeping onto his cheeks upon saying such a cheesy comment. Romance was never Minho’s strong side, but after meeting you, he has never wanted to say such pretty words to anyone else.

You don’t respond to him. You never do. Perhaps you like to keep him hanging.

You shy away from his gaze, looking at the sky instead, when his head pops into your line of vision, keeping you away from staring at the clear sky. His fringe is falling into his happy eyes and a shy smile is sitting on top of his lips, a perfect curve you want to appreciate ever so lovingly. How could the both of you fall so hard so quickly?

“Kiss me, if you want.” you say, bluntly as always, making him grin. This was you. The girl he fell in love with.

He dares to do what you ask from him, bending down further to softly place his lips onto yours. The new-found sensation fills him like a drug, not ever wanting to stop. He kisses you softly and cautiously, making sure every move is perfect, because he is sure this is a moment he will cherish forever. Your gentle hand ends up on his cheek, holding him like he is your biggest treasure, letting him taste you, letting him in like you have never let anyone else before. It felt good, having Minho. 

And to Minho, it felt good to finally love someone. What a shame there’s a dark secret sitting at the edge of his mind ever since summer.

- winter

Lee Minho watches you stare at the starry sky.

It’s cold out now, but you are laying in the safety of his warm bed, tangled up in his covers that smell like him and make you feel at home. You quickly found a safe place in Minho. 

For once, he is happy that his room has a skylight. 

You watch the pretty constellations, the shining stars matching the lights in your eyes and Minho is not sure which shines brighter. Your face is illuminated by the light of the starry night, and although he believes the sky is beautiful, he still very much believes that nothing can compare to the sight he has next to him.

“I miss watching the sky outdoors. You never let me anymore,” you pout, looking at him for a second before taking your eyes back to the galaxies.

“It’s better this way,” he smiles softly, taking your hand into his and gently playing with your fingers, much like he’s done many times before. 

“I liked it better outside.” you mumble.

“It’s too cold outside, babygirl.” he mumbles, voice soft and considerate, his hand leaving yours to cuddle up to you, bringing it around your waist, nuzzling his nose in the crook of your neck. He feels the warmth of your body making him feel reassured, holding you like his life depends on it. There is no way he is losing you. Never in a million years. This is the first and the last time he got you to look at the sky in the shade. He almost feels proud of himself.

“Stop acting like I’ll die every moment, Min,” you laugh softly, bringing your hand into his hair, softly playing with it, making him whine under your touch. 

You are right. He should stop acting like that. 

But what about the secret?

- spring

Lee Minho sees you for the last time as you’re looking up at the blue sky again.

But he doesn’t know that. Because you can never know when is the last time you spend time with someone.

It’s spring again. He let you go outside, because it’s warmer. It makes you happy, watching the sky. And it makes him happy watching you.

The spring breeze plays with your hair just like the first time and you even brought out your favorite dotted dress, even though he repeated multiple times to you that it’s too cold to do that still. Too bad your pout is your main method of getting exactly what you want.

He throws his hoodie over your body, hearing your soft giggles as you drown in the fabric. It makes you feel warm and safe, breathing in his scent, feeling happier than ever now that you’re finally outside. 

“I told you I’m not cold.” you mumble, glaring at him playfully before hugging him.

“I saw you shuddering, babygirl. You can’t lie to me,” he smiles, bringing you closer to his body as you lay in his lap again, in the direct sunlight, watching the clear sky. 

He watches you face, the content smile on your lips, very much recognizing the way he just feels so happy. And that’s why he resonates to saying the words he’s dreamt of saying for at least three seasons now.

Lee Minho tells you he loves you for the first time when you’re looking at the blue sky. 

“I love you,” he mumbles, feeling his heart racing and cheeks dusting pink, much like they did when he watched you from under that big tree for the first time.

You look at him, looking like a shining light, blinding and euphoric, responding in the most sincere way you can. “I love you too, Minho.”

Neither of you thought about the secret at that time.

- summer

Lee Minho looks up at the sky for the first time when you’re no longer by his side. 

He feels the tears threatening to fall from his eyes, aggressively blinking them away as he remembers the words you’ve always said to him about crying once you’re gone. He watches the blue sky, gazing into the distance, feeling the heat reddening his cheeks that are in the direct sunlight. 

He can’t keep the sniffles in anymore. His heart hurts too much. 

He sits to the ground, taking a weak look at the tree he sat under exactly one year ago. The park is empty now, much like his heart. It’s weird, actually. It was never this empty on a beautiful summer afternoon. 

His eyes grow hazy as he forgets to blink for a moment, the blue of the sky blurring all in, hating the empty spot beside him, now that there is no one he can hold in his lap.

He curses at the wind, clenching his jaw as he stares onto the sky once again.

He doesn’t understand it. 

And maybe he never will.

He never asked you why you always stared at the sky. All he ever knew was your secret.

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[whatismarvel]

expectations • bucky barnes

summary; Y/N finds solace in Bucky’s arms when she finds out her boyfriend, Steve, has been cheating on her.

warnings; SMUT. curses. infidelity. ANGST. the word soft used too many times. i was thinking of turning this into a series?? idk lmk y’all, enjoy this poorly written smut!

The vase thrown across the room leaves you hyperventilating, it doesn’t ease the anger as you hoped. Your fingers push back the strands of hair that have been glued to your face from the incessant crying. The shards of the broken vase prick your feet as you walk across the room to get your phone. It’s already ten past three and the dinner you cooked has undoubtedly already gone cold. He said he’d be back home by one for the latest, and you believed him. Again. You’ve already been through seven scenarios as to why he’s not here yet and each scenario you’ve pictured never came close to the truth you already knew. He was with her.

You were a fool. A fool who never questioned him when his phone vibrated in the middle of the night as you laid comfortably in his arms. A fool who never understood why he had to take certain calls in another room. You had all the evidence in front of you but you chose not to believe it. You loved him and he loved you. That’s what you told yourself as you cried yourself to sleep in your empty bed. Repeating that to yourself is what kept you waking up and going about your day as usual because you knew the minute you started believing your head instead of your heart, it was over for you.

He was the love of your life, your other half. You gave your all into loving him, taking back that now just seemed impossible. You’d never recover, you told yourself. So you never spoke your truth, never asked, told yourself it was in your head, that you were being crazy and overreacting.

Until you found his phone.

Not his usual phone, no. This one didn’t have his lock screen as the both of you or his bright-red phone case that you absolutely abhorred. It was a simple black case, the lock screen was a generic wallpaper and had multiple notifications from different apps. Dating apps. A name caught your attention, 16 unread messages from Ruby.

His password wasn’t hard to figure out, you knew the man inside out. Or so you thought as you sat there, completely shattered as you read through their conversations.

It had been a week since you found it. A week of you processing what you already knew months ago. That’s all it took, a bloody phone to realize what a dumbass you are. When he left tonight, the phone was nowhere to be found. So you knew exactly what was happening right now. He was probably balls deep into her right now and just the thought of it has you seething.

You close the door behind you, exiting your apartment. Your face is flush and your feet carry you to the nearest friend in distance, Bucky. His apartment was only a few blocks down and you just wanted to talk to somebody. Steve’s best friend might not have been your first choice but Bucky was a good friend to you and it didn’t really matter right now.

You come face to face with Bucky as he opens his door. His eyes meet yours and time stops for him. The way your smile doesn’t reach your eyes as you peer up at him worries Bucky. He knows you. Your eyelashes are still damp and your face is unquestionably red. It didn’t take a genius to know you were crying and it breaks his heart.

Bucky loved you. Truly, madly and deeply in love with you and though he thought he hid his forlorn well when you got together with Steve, you knew. A part of you always knew but never questioned it. It was uncharted territory and you loved Steve. You didn’t want to ruin the relationship you had with Bucky if you were out of bounds, so you kept quiet.

Wordlessly, Bucky leaned in a little closer. Your foreheads touching as you close your eyes. Tears streamed down your face and you wrapped your hands around his neck. Your relationship with Bucky was always comfortable, touchy, but comfortable. He made you feel safe when you were with him. You knew he always had your back.

Bucky picks you up by your legs and now you’re both sat on his sofa. Your legs wrapped around his waist as his arms circle your waist. You rest your face on his shoulder, breathing him in as unbeknownst to you, so does he. You were flooding his senses, he couldn’t fight against the thoughts that were going through him.

He strokes your hair as you whimper softly. There was no space left between you both and you could feel the beating of his heart against your chest. You pull away to face him and your lips linger against his. Not a word is said as Bucky slowly pulls you into a kiss. It was slow and soft, comforting in ways that words would never be. His hand rested below your ear, his thumb caressing your tear-stained cheek as your world slips away. You breathe each other’s air as you lazily pulled away from him.

“Y/N.” He whispers slowly, prolonging each letter as if to savor them. You grin, heart fluttering at his voice. Never before has your name fell from his mouth in a manner like that.

His left-hand drifts over your collarbone, to your neck, and finally to your jawline. He presses a soft kiss as you turned your head slightly. Your fingers slipped to the back of his head, running your fingertips through his locks. Your touch made him visibly relax. His lips twitched as your hands fell to his chest and slowly reached his face. You both lock eyes and your stomach drops. You knew this was bad. He was so in love with you and you weren’t in the right mindset to return his affection, you were just using him to cope with your broken heart.

His mouth never became demanding, you nudged open his lips with your tongue and he returned it with a soft lap and easily explored your mouth. Nothing hurried. The warmth in your stomach expanded and moved further down into your groin.

His hand brushed over and lingered at your most intimate area. Suddenly, that ember of arousal flared. Your body reacted just as quickly as his hands as you lifted your pelvis as much as possible for him.

He slips two fingers into your clothed pussy, pushing a little deeper. He curls his fingers, making you bend at the waist. Trying to wrap your head around the situation as you took a second to catch your breath, he shifted and delicately added a third finger, stretching your pussy. Your moans echoed through the apartment as you laid your head on his shoulder, eyes shut, mouth agape.

“Can you lie down for me babygirl?” He asks, whispering sweetly into your air. A blush forms on your cheeks as you comply. Settling back onto the sofa, he unzips your jeans and glides it off of you along with your underwear.

His eyes drop to your pussy for a moment as he lifts your thighs and rests it on his shoulders. that tongue of his wastes no time and slips, thick and heavy, through your folds, before he looks back up at you once more. You cried out rhythmically as his tongue delved into you, as he shoved the lithe muscle as deeply as it would go into your cunt, and suckled gently at your clit.

He gave a particularly strong suction to your clit and held it. You knew that was your breaking point. With your legs locking him in place as your back arched, pressing your groin to his mouth, hard. it didn’t take long for you to reach your climax. “Fuck, Bucky.”

He smiles as he watches you ride out your high and reaches up to brush his lips against yours. “Are you sure you want to do this, Y/N?” He asks, and reality hits you like a brick.

You don’t know how Steve does it. How he can fuck someone without thinking of you the entire time, how he doesn’t show a shred of remorse when he looks at you the morning after and says he loves you like nothing ever happened. How his conscience doesn’t eat him alive as he lays right next to you at night is baffling. The man you love is probably shit-faced right about now and going on round number three with his mistress. The thought of that has you fuming and you tell yourself if he can do it, so can you.

You were going to fuck his best friend and you didn’t care. The pent up anger in you made you blur out all the repercussions and consequences of your actions tonight.

You only cared about one thing, revenge. you just wanted to get back at him.

You give him a sincere smile and respond, “Yes, I want this, Buck.” You cup his face and pull him into another kiss, his hair fell to the sides of his face and you pushed it back, just to see him enjoy the mild caress.

Your fingers remained threaded into his hair as he rested his forehead on yours, the gesture made your heart fuzzy. Bucky was a sweet man, and you cherished his friendship but over the years you’ve noticed him change with you. You weren’t blind, you saw the way he looked at you when he thought you weren’t watching. You’d notice his sudden flinches when Steve put his arm around you, the signs come flooding back and you can’t help but wonder if he knew you were being cheated on.

You snap back to reality when Bucky begins to pepper you with kisses while hastily trying to shed clothing. His hands are everywhere, trying to do everything all at once, and managing to accomplish very little, which makes you giggle at his foolishness.

You help unfasten his belt and pants and pull them off his legs as easily as you can. His shirt is flung to the other side of the room along with yours, as well as your bra. Bucky takes a second to drink you in and then proceeds to attach his mouth to your breast, suckling as his other hand gently squeezes and pinches your nipple. You gasp and grab his head, pulling him in deeper. He does the same to the other one, leaving your nipples perky and wet with saliva.

His lips linger in front yours for a brief second as your hand finds his stiff cock, and begin to slowly stroke it. You watch as his eyes roll back and the sinful sound he makes stirs your desire for him. His tip is slightly wet due to the precum but you don’t mind. It makes it easier for him to slip into you.

He rocks his hips forward, entering you. The friction was delightful and the perfect amount of pressure. It felt like heaven as you were filled with his cock. Pushing all the way into you and pausing before a teasingly slow pulling out, then repeating the motion again and again. His fingers clenched in time on your hips with his movements.

With a smile of pure bliss, you slipped a hand around his neck to pull him closer for a kiss. You could feel him smile through it, and it was contagious. You both grinned like fools until the ecstasy was too much and you faltered, lapsing into moans and gasps as you reached your climaxes.

“Fuck, Y/N.” Bucky muttered as he found comfort in the crook of your neck. Pinned under him with his cock still throbbing inside you was almost enough to send you over the edge again, but not quite. You were tired, emotionally, and physically. He whispered sweet nothings into your ear as he pulled out of you. He found his shirt and gently cleaned you up before carrying you to his bed.

You both fell into a deep slumber, you found solace in his arms. The morning after, you awoke with his arms wrapped around your waist, caging you in. For a brief second, happiness enveloped you. Pure joy. But the second quickly slipped away and the memories of last night wash over you. All the profanities known to man-kind were spilled in soft mutters as you tried your best to escape from Bucky’s arms. He tossed and turned but settled down the moment you placed a soft kiss to his forehead.

You didn’t know if he thought it was reality or a dream but you knew the way his lips quirked when touched him, made you feel giddy but the feeling dissipates as guilt overwhelms you. It’s six a.m. as you check your phone and see numerous calls from Steve. Your stomach churns making you hurriedly leave Bucky’s apartment.

It doesn’t take you long to reach your once happy home. The shards of the vase from last night’s revelations are still left on the floor. Your first instinct is to check on your boyfriend, to see if he even made it back home in one piece or brought his mistress with him. You try your best to not make any noise as you set your things down. Reminding yourself to clean the pieces of ceramic littered on your floor before you get hurt.

Your heart is heavy as you glance at your boyfriend sleeping on the sofa. He was crouched up, on his side, oblivious to it all. You would’ve been curious about the item poking out of his left back pocket if you hadn’t known of his rendezvous, which makes you feel shitty.

You knew what you did was wrong. There was no excuse. You thought it would’ve made you feel better because Steve does it. But it didn’t. You didn’t want to be like him, but the damage had already been done.

You felt something for Bucky.

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[jay-and-dean]

Tennessee Whiskey

Dean x reader

Summary : The Mark of Cain is making Dean try to drown is demons, the truth is he’s drowning himself. But when a pretty girl offers him a drink, he wonders... Does he really need another whiskey ? So he gets home to the one that waits for him.

Warnings : Fluff, MoC Dean, mention of alcohol abuse, implied Smut.

Wordcount : about 1.5k

Note : This fic is inspired by Chris Stapleton’s song, Tennesse Whiskey.

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          You pushed the washing machine buttons, almost enjoying its purr in the silence of the bunker. Heavy, dreadful silence.

           Walking past Sam's room, you sighed, he didn't come home today like he said he might, and you knew he wouldn't tomorrow either, not until he found something. Something that seemed impossible to find.

           How interminable was those corridors really ? Why did the Men of Letters had to make everything so big ? You wrapped your arms around yourself like it could keep you from that freezing loneliness making you want to cry constantly.

           You checked the war room one last time, making sure the lights was on. Getting down those stairs drunk was enough of a challenge to add the darkness.

           He wouldn't come back before a few hours or in the morning. He would smell like whiskey and walk like a man that lost everything... And tomorrow, he would act like he didn't came close to coma the night before, and start drinking at noon.

           You sighed deeply, and decided that you would wait for him again, on that stupid chair all night, even if you had promised yourself you won't do that ever again.

           You opened your laptop and plugged the little speakers you took in every room you went since the Mark became worse. Just to fight that silence...

           Painful, deafening silence.

           But before you could chose what music to play, the door opened in a grating sound and he appeared on its frame. A warm smile appeared on his face the second he saw you were waiting again.

"Dean ?" you frowned, surprised to see him home so early and, from the way he was coming down those stairs, barely worse than tipsy.

"Hey Babygirl."

Maybe more than tipsy.

"Wasn't your evening fun ?" you asked as he was walking closer with a light smile on his face, and his eyes focused on you.

"It was very common" he answered, pouring himself another glass of whiskey. "There was this girl, with a tiny skirt looking at me from the other side of the room..."

A girl now, with a tiny skirt... You could totally see her in your mind, the skirt had to be denim, and she was probably touching her long brown hair with fake waves.

"Great" you just said, a little bitter.

What more could you come up with anyway ? You had done all you could those last few months. Helped him, patched him up, reassured him, looked for a cure, listened, forgave... You had let down your shyness to allow your love for him to shine in every one of your gesture thinking if it could help him though this, then that would just worth exposing your heart... But who were you, huh, compared to a very short dress and shiny hair girl ?

"She came to talk to me" he continued, that mysterious look on his face. "And offered me a drink ! A girl never offered me a drink before" a chuckle left his chest.

"A drink" you repeated, shrugging.

"I really don't need people to offer me drinks..." he muttered and before you could say anything, question him, he gave you a sad but sincere smile, making it obvious that he was remembering something. "But then... They played that song."

He got a step closer, his boot almost touching your chair, and offered you his hand.

           You looked up, unsure. Was he trying to show you something ? To take you somewhere ? His face didn't move, and his hopeful almost enthusiastic eyes convinced you to take his hand and get up. It was rare enough to see him with light on his face lately...

"This song..." his murmured, starting to hum. "It was about you."

"About me ?"

"Yes" he stated, gently wrapping his arms around your waist, careful not to touch you more than you would want to -you wanted everything really-. " 'Made me want to dance with you."

"So you drove home ?" you chuckled slightly, starting to like his kind mood.

"I did. I wish you could hear the song in my head."

You searched his face. He actually looked like a weight had been taken from his shoulders. His eyes were a little brighter and his words were warming the whole place.

           You let yourself enjoy the smell of his skin and the softness of that flannel you loved so much. Dean was close and he had his strong hands on your lower back ; suddenly, any memory of loneliness vanished.

"If you know some words, the title or singer, I could" you smiled, curious, looking at the speakers Sam got you for your birthday.

"I know the title and all" he nodded. "If you open one of your magic things where all the songs are."

You bended a little on your laptop and he only let go of you to type some words, focused, his neck inches away from your craving mouth.

"Loud please" he murmured with a satisfied nod as he seemed to find the song he was looking for.

You turned the speaker volume up and stood straight again to face him. His hand came to the back of your neck gently, fingers shy, encouraging you to put your head on his shoulder.

           The first deep very warm notes rocked you, and the drums matched your heart as you took a deep inhale of his beloved smell, barely believing how tender and intimate this moment was.

           Maybe he was a little drunk after all, maybe this gesture was purely friendly for him, maybe he was just torturing you... Or you were asleep on this hard table, having the best dream of your life. But you couldn't care less as you nuzzled your face close to him, wrapped by his big arms and the smooth heat of the guitar echoing everywhere, finally chasing that damn silence.

But when the deep and powerful voice of the singer invaded the room, the corridors, the entire bunker... Dean started to whisper the lyrics in your ear... And you couldn't help but hang yourself to his neck.

"I used to spend my nights out in a barroom, liquor was the only love I've known..." he whispered and Goosebumps went up your spine. "But you rescued me from reachin' for the bottom, and brought me back from being too far gone."

Tears filled your eyes, and his arms held you closer. His hips started swaying really slightly, because this was obviously more about being against one another than dancing.

"You're as smooth as Tennessee whiskey" his voice suddenly became a little more than a whisper. "You're as sweet as strawberry wine. You're as warm as a glass of brandy, and honey, I stay stoned on your love all the time..."

Your tears fell heavily on his shirt and your hands grasped the fabric in his back. His lips brushed your temple for a second before he continued murmuring the lyrics of your new favorite song against your burning skin.

"I've looked for love in all the same old places" he said more than he sang, putting another kiss close to your hair. "But when you poured out your heart I didn't waste it 'Cause there's nothing like your love to get me high."

You wanted to say a million words, finally having Dean holding you close to his heart, but the song was rocking you so good, the guitar strings were inside your core and your lips were sealed by emotions anyway.

           He kept swaying his clumsy hips slowly, his palms going down on your ass to crush you on him, making you feel his body begging for more of you. His lips went down from your temple to your jaw, never leaving your skin, in a brush that triggered a blaze in your veins.

"Dean..." you murmured in an exhale.

"I don't need anything out there to be stronger" he stated, kissing your neck. "I just need the woman that gives me the will to beat this at any cost."

You knew he could taste the salt of your tears in your neck.

           When he took a step, caging you between the map-table and his strong body, your arm went behind to lift your hips enough to sit on it. But in your rush, you hit his glass, making it fall and shatter on the floor.

"I'm sorry for your whiskey glass..." you started, immediately cut by his plumb sweet eager lips on yours.

"I don't care about whiskey" he assured you, grabbing your thighs to come between them. "I just want to be stoned on you."

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[old-read-all-about-kpop]

Hello, that's me again lol:) can I ask for oneus reaction where their gf steals their first kiss? Thank you and I love you💕💕💕🍀

A/N: I love you too, boo! Of course I’ll write about our lovely boys. This will be my first reaction regarding them 👏 I’m gonna write it in the form of a headcanon cause I feel as though I’m gonna draw a blank in the middle, so I hope you enjoy it! 💓

Ravn

You couldn’t resist the temptation of kissing him as he rapped his verse to you for his group’s debut song

You just became drawn to him and subconsciously leaned towards him

It wasn’t until you heard silence and the feel of Ravn’s plush lips relax against yours that you regained your senses

You would pull back and clap your hand over your mouth, completely wide-eyed

Ravn would simply blink at you, also in the midst of regaining his senses

But he wasn’t doing so over the shock of you kissing him first in your relationship

He was marveling over the fact that your lips molded perfectly against his

He honestly felt intoxicated

And if the kiss wasn’t enough, he LOVED your boldness

It never even registered in his mind that you took his first kiss

He was just happy you kissed him

Now, he simply wanted your lips back on his

“Enough with the rapping. Give me some more of that lip action.”

He then snatched you into a bear hug, causing a surprised squeal to escape your lips

As he made you two fall back into the couch cushions, he decorated your face with light kisses, emitting soft giggles from you

Then, he finally landed his lips onto yours, giving you a breath-taking kiss that expressed all the love he had for you

Seoho

This boy would NOT sit still after the incident

He was showing off his tumbling to you and tripped

You, being so protective of your cutie-patootie boyfriend, tried to catch him and hopefully soften his fall

You two ended up as a tangle of limbs 

Your lips were smushed together

Moments passed with you two blinking at each other, lips still attached 

Seoho was the first to break the (awkward) kiss with a gasp

He moved away from you, silently screaming and flailing his hands

His cheeks took on the hue of rubies as he changed his body’s position on the floor six times in thirty seconds

You slowly sat up; your cheeks were also colored red

Awkward silence would be deafening you two’s ears

Seoho finally calmed down and turned to look at you

With a still-evident blush on his face, he parted his lips to speak

“You know…that was a p-pretty awkward first kiss. Do you think we could…?

He trailed off, feeling embarrassed and shy all over again

You smiled at your adorably flustered boyfriend before sitting closer to him

You cupped his face and turned his head, planting a soft kiss to his lips

You lingered there, smiling 

Seoho returned your smile, instantaneously melting into the kiss

His first kiss may have happened differently from what he had imagined, but it was nonetheless amazing and special in its own way

Leedo

He was obviously shy about something

But you just couldn’t put your finger on it

He kept glancing at you while you two were watching a movie

His hands felt extremely clammy as he held your cool one

And the number of times this boy licked his lips should be against the law

He just seemed a little too jittery and you wanted to find out the reason for it

Finally, you paused the movie, refusing to fake naivete any longer

“Why did you pause the movie?” He chuckled, but the sound seemed strained

You squinted your eyes at him

He avoided your gaze, choosing to look down at his ripped jeans

You weren’t going for that; you wanted eye contact

So, you grabbed his face and made him look at you

He let out a gasp at your sudden actions

Once he saw how close you two were, he blanched

“Are you gonna explain to me why you keep fidgeting like you need to pee?”

He gulped harshly, his pupils shaking

“Well?”

He sighed in defeat

He grabbed your hands and intertwined your fingers together

“It’s just… We’ve been together for a few weeks now and- Oh, I don’t know! You just always look so precious and beautiful and I can’t stop myself from thinking about how your lips may feel like. How it would feel to kiss you for the first time. But, I don’t know if you’d be comfortable with that and, trust and believe, I can wait until you-”

You cut him off, pressing your lips against his, proving to him that you were more than comfortable with sharing you two’s first kiss together

After a few heartbeats, you separated 

Both your cheeks were flushed, your eyes sparkling

“Well, I’m sure glad I opened my mouth.”

Keonhee

(Aw the picture is so small :( But it produces so much cuteness!)

You adored Keonhee’s silly behavior

His loudness and rambunctious demeanor made you laugh

There was never a dull moment with your hyper squirrel

But, today, you wished for some quiet

You had a headache, more than likely from not getting enough sleep due to studies

Keonhee was loudly playing on his PS4

He was yelling at his comrades, getting them into formation as they tried to infiltrate their enemies’ headquarters

You groaned, but it was drowned by your boyfriend’s booming voice

“Keonheeeee,” you whined, putting on your most miserable-sounding tone

Keonhee, being the emotionally sensitive boyfriend that he was, whipped his head around to look at you, completely disregarding the game in an instant

“Yes, my love?”

“My head really hurts. Could you please quiet down a bit?”

His face held instant guilt

“I’m sorry, baby,” he said apologetically. “You know what? Let me finish this match and then you can have all of my attention. I’ll wait on you hand and foot until you feel better. How does that sound, sweetheart?”

The smile on his face held pure sincerity and adoration for you

You didn’t hesitate to sit up, pressing a soft-but-loving kiss onto his pouty lips

His eyes were wide like fish bowls; he was utterly speechless

“I would greatly appreciate that, Keon. Thank you so much.” You smiled innocently at him, genuinely feeling grateful for having such a caring boyfriend

His voice was still not working; he was still out of order

Not even the shouts from his teammates were shaking him out of his stunned state

“You know you’re losing the game, right? Your teammates are dying!”

Hwanwoong

You were watching their performance in their dressing room through the monitor

It was the group’s debut stage and you couldn’t be happier for them

They have prepared extremely hard for this moment in their lives, for their careers

You smiled happily as the group performed with all their heart, but your smile grew a little bit more when a certain someone came to the center

Your boyfriend, Yeo Hwanwoong, was dancing with every bone, joint, ligament, tendon, in his body

He held so much power, skill, and fluidity that he seemed to be made for this profession

Or more like this profession was made for him

Once the boys finished their first take, you ran out the room to go greet them 

Your eyes instantly focused on your talented boyfriend, who was a little sweaty but very much handsome

He saw you running and opened his arms wide for you

A bright smile was present on his glowing face

You latched onto him, smiling from ear-to-ear

“You looked so good, baby! You all did amazing!” 

You peered into his eyes, pride glossing over your eyes

Hwanwoong was still panting, but the smile he had on his boyish face never faltered

“Oh, thank you, babygirl. You’ll never understand how happy I am to have you here during the most important moment in my life. You’re one of the most important people I love and care for, so you being here makes this moment something I want to treasure forever.” His words were deeply coated with sincerity as he looked at you like you were the most breath-taking thing to ever exist

Your heart was beating fast

His confession had you wanting to melt

His words were like food, and your heart devoured them

Without warning, you crashed your lips into Hwanwoong’s, catching the man off-guard

Soon enough, his hands cupped your face softly, as if you were a fragile artifact

You two parted, catching your breaths despite the kiss being gentle 

The love in Woong’s eyes intensified

He grabbed your hand and held it tightly as if a strong wind were to take you away from him

“I don’t think this moment could get any better after that amazing kiss.”

Xion

(This gif was too precious to pass up so please disregard the caption!)

You truly regretted having your boyfriend teach you how to sit in the M shape

You were cringing in pain, but you tried to push yourself to stay put

Xion saw you struggling and laughed, his dimples blooming

You blushed, from both embarrassment because you were sooo confident you could do it but was obviously failing miserably, and from seeing his precious smile and hearing his melodic laughter

You tried to expand your legs out and felt a twinge of pain in your pelvic bone

“Ow!” You winced

Xion’s face dropped, immediately growing concerned for you

“No, baby! Don’t force yourself! Here, stand up.”

He easily got out of the position and stood over you, hands extending to provide assistance

Your blush deepened at his caring gestures as you reached your hands out to him bashfully

He took them into a tight grip before pulling you up to your feet

Unexpectantly, your legs gave out, falling victim to fatigue

You gasped as you fell toward Xion

Xion gasped as well, quickly moving to catch you

Chest-to-chest, nose-to-nose, and lips-to-lips, you and Xion stood pressed against each other

Both you two’s eyes were wide as you quickly acknowledged the situation

But then Xion’s eyes shifted as they began to close

His arms firmly secured themselves around your waist

His lips started to move against your lips, prompting yours to follow suit

He couldn’t help but smile as you two shared light and loving kisses

With one last peck to your lips, Xion tore his lips away 

His eyes almost seemed to sparkle with the newfound love he had for you

You smiled shyly, quickly averting your eyes down to your sock-wearing feet

But, Xion quickly took purchase of your chin and made you look at him

The smile was still present on his face, his dimples on full display for you to gawk at

“That was our first kiss, huh?”

You nodded absentmindedly, completely entranced by his beauty

His smile transformed into a smirk then

“Wanna go for a second one?”

Another A/N: Dear Lord this one lowkey got me in my soft feels! Me writing about Seoho is the best one in my opinion cause I can vividly see him being so shook 😂 Anyway, I hope you enjoyed reading it love for I enjoyed writing it 😊💕

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[horansqueen]

BabyGirl 8.0

NOTES:

♥ this is based on a concept i received a few weeks ago and ppl asked that i made a story with it. ♥ i planned 3-4 long parts but i think it’ll be 8-10 short parts ♥ 3.5k. fluff. ♥ there may be smut but i doubt it and IF it happens it wont be as explicit as my other smut works. ♥ i didn’t proofread and if you read my stuff you know i never do because im a lazy ass. ♥ please tell me if youre still interested in this story? i feel like its dying slowly lol ♥ if you have any questions please dont hesitate.

♥ PART 1  // PART 2 // PART 3  // PART 4 // PART 5 // PART 6 // PART 7

                      8.0  PIZZA SAUCE & VESTIGE OF LOVE

HIM

When the doorbell rang, I was not sure if it was the pizza or Louis and I was surprised to see Louis holding the pizza I ordered with a incredibly huge grin. Freddie was looking at me, his head laying against his father's shoulder and when I reached to grab the pizza, Louis pulled away and moved his son closer to me.

"Take Freddie, I don't trust you with the pizza." he joked, making me roll my eyes with a smile.

I took Freddie in my arms and walked inside, taking off his coat and stuff while Chelsea was looking at us excitedly.

"Where is the most beautiful princess on the planet?" Louis asked a bit too loud as he took his own coat off, putting the pizza on the couch.

"Uncle Louiiiis!"

"There she is!" he let out with a grin, crouching down to her level and opening his arms.

She threw herself at him and they hugged tight, making my heart twist in my chest. I was still mad at him. Mad that he hid my own daughter from me. Mad that he lied to me all these years. Mad that I couldn't trust him anymore. And also jealous. Jealous that he formed a bond with my daughter, a bond I desperately wanted and needed.

He got up, bringing her with him as he kept on holding her tight. I don't know if it's the way I was looking at him but when our eyes met, his smile faltered and he put my daughter back on the ground.

"Okay kids, how about we eat that pizza?"

Freddie's face seemed to light up while Chelsea just threw her arms in the air again with an other "Yessss!". Louis made his way to the couch and I bent down from behind it.

"Not in the living room, Lou, they're kids and this is pizza."

With a low sigh, Louis got up again and grabbed the box as the kids stared at him. I was aware Louis knew how to take care of a kid but we were very different persons and he knew me well enough to be aware of my habits. I did eat in the living room, of course, and with adults it could always pass, but kids were an other story.

"Come on guys, let's go in the kitchen!"

They followed him obediently and he helped Freddie on a chair as I grabbed a few plates. Louis joined me and search for a pair of scissors before cutting small pieces of pizza for his son. I watched him and did the same on a different plates and we brought them to the kids who started eating with their hands. I grimaced but decided to keep my mouth shut as we both took a few pieces of pizza, joining them at the table.

It's only when they were done that my heart seemed to literally stop in my chest. The table was covered with pizza sauce and while trying to get down from her chair, Chelsea gripped it and left red traces on the white wood.

"Chelsea wait!"

She didn't listen and kept walking, making me hold my breath. I almost tripped to catch her and grabbed one of her wrists gently, making her look up in my eyes.

"I'm going to the bathroom to clean." she explained, blinking a few times.

I stared at her, my heart still beating hard against my rib cage. It was hard to remember that kids don't think like us and I obviously knew my daughter didn't mean wrong, but it was something I was just not used to yet. I looked up when Louis joined us, extending me some wipes and keeping a few.

"Chelsea, you know the rules, darling, don't you?" he let out, grabbing her free wrist and moving it up while cleaning her hand.

"I forgot."

I remained motionless for a few more seconds before imitating him, wiping the grease from her other hand until it was completely clean.

"Are you done eating now?" he asked again, letting go of her wrist as she nodded. "Okay, you can go back to the living room to watch the movie. Freddie will join you soon.

My eyes followed her until she was out of sight and finally moved back to Louis.

"Thanks.." I said as he grabbed the dirty wipes from my hands.

"You're welcome."

We walked back to the kitchen and Louis cleaned his son too before putting him down from his chair and telling him to go join Chelsea to watch the movie. It took Freddie longer to walk away but we remained silent until we were all alone.

"Don't worry mate, that kind of thing is easy to remember." he just said, grabbed a few more wipes to clean my chair. "It's everything else that's complicated."

I got out of my thoughts and walked to the sink to grab a cloth, wetting it quickly and bringing it back to the table. Louis and I both cleaned in silence and when we were done, I turned to him again, leaning against the counter.

"It's going well though, she called me 'uncle' a few days ago."

Louis smiled wide and sat back at the table, his body still facing me. I didn't know why I wanted to share all this with him, but he was pretty much the only person I could talk about it with besides my ex girlfriend.

"Chelsea calls people like that when she loves them." he explained.

"I know. I feel lucky she already considers me family." I admitted with a small shrug. "I just... I just dread the day I'm gonna tell her i'm actually her father."

He sent me a sad smile and nodded, fixing his hair by moving a lock on the right, over his eyes. I slipped my hands in my pockets, glancing in the living room's direction, hearing the movie in the background.

"I can't say I know how scary it must be, but I have no doubt it is." he expressed with compassion. "Just trust yourself, and trust Chelsea. I know you noticed already, but she's a very smart little girl. She's already suffered enough from not knowing her father. You getting in her life is the best thing that could happen to her, Niall. I'm serious."

I wouldn't have had to get in her life just now if they hadn't lied to me. Chelsea wouldn't have suffered from not having a father if they didn't hid her from me all those years. I swallowed those thoughts and inhaled deeply before sighing. I knew I would have to let go of this grudge at some point but clearly, I was not ready.

"Yea, maybe you're right."

"I am."

We remained in silence for a while and Louis finally got up, opening my fridge and grabbing two beers, handing me one. We opened them at the same time and took a sip. It immediately made me feel a bit better and I put it on the counter, lost in my thoughts again. How was I going to let go of this incredible anger I had inside?

"So, how is it going with her?"

I tried to focus on Louis again and looked up at him, shrugging.

"Very well, I think. We get along great." I pointed out. "Like you said, she's amazing. And her imagination is so surprising at times."

I thought of all the things she had told me earlier and it made the left corner of my lips move up. Maybe I was biased, but I truly believed Chelsea was the most extraordinary kid in the whole world. No, I was not biased. She really was.

"She's fascinating." I just added.

"She is, but I was not talking about her."

As if on cue, my phone started vibrating in my pocket and I took it out, noticing a message from my ex girlfriend. I quickly typed an answer, telling her where we were, and put my phone on the counter next to my beer.

"Not well." I just confessed with a sigh, rubbing both my hands on my eyes. "She tried to kiss me and I backed away."

When I opened my eyes again, Louis was staring at me, grimacing.

"Ouch."

"I know, there's just no place for this in my head right now." I continued. "I don't know how I feel, I'm all over the place, and I don't want to start something with her if it's to end again. I don't even know if she wants to be with me for the right reasons, or if we just want things to go back to how they used to be. Because we can't go back, it's impossible."

"Niall, listen to me." Louis ordered in a low voice, taking a step closer. "You love her. You've loved her all along. And I know she loves you too. I don't think she ever stopped."

My heart skipped a beat at his words and I looked up in his eyes, trying to discover is he was sincere. Why did I want his words to be true so fucking bad?

"You should give it a chance. Who knows where it can lead you?"

I shook my head and turned around, taking a few steps away.

"It could lead to hurting Chelsea. It could lead to making her believe she's going to have a family, and then making things worse if it ends up not working. Do you see all the wrong it could do to her?"

"Niall!"

I turned back to him in a swift movement and stared at him. He was serious in a way I hadn't seem him be very often. He put his beer gently on the table and moved closer to me, grabbing both my arms.

"No matter what happens, you will always be Chelsea's father, and she will always be Chelsea's mother. Those are facts. No one and nothing can take this away from you, you understand?"

The truth behind his words made something jump in my throat and I swallowed what felt like an emotion lump. I nodded slowly, letting his words sink in and he kept talking.

"You don't have to tell Chelsea about it now, you can give it time. But you should give you two a chance."

We looked in each other's eyes for a few minutes and I finally sighed, moving out of his embrace.

"I'll think about it."

"You know what they say, 'it's better to regret doing something, than regret not doing it.' Or something like that."

Maybe he's right. Maybe I should give it a try, maybe I should kiss her, maybe I should give Chelsea a family. Maybe I should do it for the three of us, and maybe it would make all of us happy. But maybe it wouldn't, and this possibility was constantly flashing in my mind like the red light of an alarm. And I couldn't seem to forget about it.

HER

I drove to the address as fast as I could and parked in the driveway, a bit taken aback by the house in itself. It was impressing, and bigger than I imagined, but I tried to push the thought away and walked quickly to the door. Sometimes, I forgot Niall was rich and famous. In fact, I forgot about it most of the time. He's always been the laid-back guy, hanging out with the same friends he's always had, doing the same things he's always loved, and enjoying a night at home in front of the tv or with a few friends at the pub more than anything else. It was something I always liked about him, and that's probably why Louis and him get along so well.

I rang the doorbell and tried to listen to what was happening inside. I couldn't hear Chelsea but after a few seconds, I heard steps coming my way and the door swung open. I expected to see Niall but my smile fell down slightly when I saw Louis. It only took half a second to smile back and walk in, wrapping my arms around my friend.  He pulled me into a hug and kissed my cheek gently right before I pulled away.

"Hello darling, how are you?" he asked in a low and gentle tone, making me feel at ease immediately.

"Just happy the day is over."

Louis glanced at his watch and raised his eyebrows.

"Weren't you supposed to get out earlier than that?"

I grabbed his wrist to take a look at the time and finally sighed, nodding slowly. 10 pm.

"Yes, but Carly was late and I had to wait until she got there." I explained with a grimace, letting go of his arm. "Why are you even here?"

"Niall needed company." he let out with a smirk just as Niall walked in the room.

The atmosphere switched suddenly and I felt my heart jump in my chest. I was so mad at myself for feeling Niall's presence with every fiber of my body. It was becoming a problem and I had no idea how I would be able to wean myself off of him. It was worse than a drug.

"I didn't need anything, you sort of invited yourself." Niall laughed, slipping his hands in his pockets.

Louis started laughing and Niall's eyes finally met mine and like an idiot, I looked away, feeling my heart hit against my rib cage. Maybe I should have let him kiss me a few days ago. Maybe I was wrong, maybe a pity kiss was better than no kiss at all. I breathed in and looked up again at Niall. He was still staring at me and my lips curled despite myself.

"How's Chelsea?"

"She's good, she fell asleep on the couch with Freddie." he explained, making me nod.

"Okay guys, I love both of you very much, but i'm just gonna grab my kid and leave."

Louis moved between us to reach the living room and I looked down at my hands, trying to calm down the erratic beating of my heart. I wanted to talk to him, to tell him something clever or interesting, but I simply licked my lips and cleared my throat, nervous for no apparent reason.

"Thanks again for today, Niall." I just said, shaking my head. "I promise it won't happen again."

"Hey," he let out softly, bringing his fingers to my chin to move my head up.  He waited until my eyes met his to send me a smile. "You can call me any time, really. I was happy to help."

It was hard to focus on anything but his fingers on my skin but I nodded after a while as I finally made sense of his words. Louis reappeared with his son asleep in his arms and Niall's hand fell down only to hug Louis cautiously. I saw my best friend whisper something in his hear, making Niall frown and nod but quickly pushed the thought away when Louis turned to me, taking me in a close hug.

"Don't be too hard on him but mostly, don't be so hard on yourself, will you?" he whispered, his breath hitting gently my neck and making me smile.

I nodded and kissed his cheek before doing the same to Freddie. We both watched Louis leave and when the door closed behind him, I inhaled deeply, realizing my heart was still beating harder than it should.

"You look like you could use a drink."

His voice was soft, and I desperately wanted to say yes. I knew it was a bad idea, I knew I would probably end up even more hurt than I already was, and my whole body was telling me to run away as far as I could from him, but I knew it wouldn't change anything. It was simply a way my heart had found to save itself, some sort of survival instinct I had to fight against.

"Do you have wine?"

His lips curled into a fond smile and he nodded slowly. I followed him to the living room and gently, he took Chelsea in his arms and brought her in the hall. I didn't follow him. Instead, I sat on the couch and leaned my head on it, closing my eyes. I was exhausted and my body was begging to sleep but I wanted to stay awake, just to spend some more time with Niall and maybe explain what had happened a few days ago. I still felt embarrassed and stupid for hoping we could have a chance but it was stronger than me. I had feelings for him I couldn't seem to smother at all.

I only opened my eyes again when I felt him sit next to me on the couch. I smiled when I saw he was handing me a glass of red wine and thanked him, taking a long sip of it and sighing louder than I should have, making him chuckle.

"I knew it would make you feel better."

I sent him a smile and drank again as he placed his beer between his legs. I've always thought it was a cute habit but tonight, the wine must have been strong because I thought it was hot.

"Why do we always end up discussing together, sitting on a couch with a drink, Niall?"

It made him laugh and he passed his hand in his hair, making my heart jump as he shrugged.

"That's a good question." he pointed out, looking away before diving his gaze in mine again. "Probably because we're both a bit lost, and we're trying to understand what exactly is happening to us. Seeing each other again after so many years and, with Chelsea and everything, it hasn't been easy on us. I guess it's gonna take a lot of discussions."

He grabbed his beer and swallowed almost half of it as I did the same with my own glass, putting it away when my glass was finally empty.

"I never wanted to hurt you, or make you feel bad, you know that, right?"

I knew it so I nodded, but that didn't mean I didn't feel like shit. For everything I put him through, but also for being rejected. He didn't have to love me, it was true, and it was not really surprising that he didn't anymore, but the thought still dug a hole inside my chest.

"I didn't want to hurt you either. I promise my intentions were good."

"I know." he breathed, putting his beer away, next to my empty glass, and shifting a bit on the couch to get closer to me.

I didn't know what he was doing but I liked it. However, I couldn't move. I just stayed motionless as he brought both his hands to my cheeks again, exactly like he had done a few nights ago, and I expected what he was going to do, or at least hoped for it. This time, though, I didn't back away. I waited impatiently until his lips pressed on mine and closed my eyes. My hands reached for his shirt slowly and I gripped it like I was holding on to him to stay alive, and perhaps, I was. His lips parted mine and I allowed him to kiss me deeper. He tasted exactly the same, and I hadn't realized just how bad I had missed it until that very moment. I couldn't think of anything better, and it suddenly hit me. That's why I thought it would be worse. Now that I had this again, not being able to get it again would be too hard and I had no idea how I would be able to recover from it. His warm mouth pressed more against mine and as crazy as it sounded, I could feel the beating of his heart against the palm on my hand against his chest. I didn't want this kiss to end but when it did, he remained close, his lips still brushing against mine.

I don't know how long we stayed close to each other but we both moved away slightly after a while, breathing in deeply and looking away, a bit embarrassed by what had happened.

"Do you want an other glass?" he asked in a low tone.

I could smell his cologne, mixed with the unique sent from his skin, and it made me feel dizzy, but perhaps it came from the way he had kissed me only a few seconds ago.

"I can't, I have to drive home."

I tilted my head, watching his facial expressions change a few times and a few seconds later, he shrugged and looked back in my eyes.

"Maybe you don't have to." he whispered. "Maybe you could stay the night."

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[hepataetis]

~BTS reaction~

Requested: BTS reacting to you crying because of them

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Jin:

You knew Jin was tired, you did. Practice every single night, and the stress. You knew he was under so much stress. So you weren’t too surprised when he wanted to just sit on the couch on his day off and relax. You tired so hard to be quiet, cleaning other parts of your apartment and leaving him alone. But that can only last for so long. Two hours to be precise. First it started as popping in and seeing him watch TV silently. But then you started asking questions. And maybe you were being to over bearing but you meant all good intentions with all your questions-

“Do you need anything babe?”

“Are you hungry?”

“Something good on TV?”

“Is everything good?”

“Maybe wanna watch a movie?”

But you hadn’t excepted him to get so... Mad. His eyes were filled with such annoyance when he turned his head to look at you,

“My god Y/N can I just relax for five minutes without you being so annoying?!” He snapped. That was all he said. And you couldn’t help the tiny whimper that slipped out, quiet so that only you heard it. Slowly you backed out of your living room while murmuring apologies. The bowl of popcorn in your hands felt like 100 pounds instead of less then one. Had you asked one too many questions? Possibly. But did he have to snap at you? Tears were falling down your face without you realizing it.

A quiet sniffle caught Jin’s ears, and he was jumping up from his spot on the couch and rushing to the kitchen. Regret instantly washed over him like a wave and he was just sand on the shore. Seeing you hunched over the counter, shoulders shaking made his heart hurt knowing that he caused you to do that. 

“Princess... I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have snapped at you like that!” He whispered, but you easily heard him. Turning around to face him you were enveloped in his arms in seconds, the warmth of his body seeped into your own.

“It’s ok, I’m sorry for bothering you so much... I just... I miss you and I love you so much.” You whisper back and you feel his arms tighten around you. 

“I miss you too Y/N... I love you more then you even know. And I am really sorry for snapping... What do you say we eat that popcorn and watch a movie?” Jin offered with an affectionate kiss on your forehead. And that was an offer you couldn’t refuse. So the two of you spent the rest of the day cuddling on the couch, munching on food and watching stupid comedy movies. 

Namjoon:

 Maybe you should’ve just let him finish the last details on the album. But you were knocking on his door like a sad little kitten before you could stop yourself, interrupting him for the third time that day. You should’ve known by the tired look on his face that it wasn’t the time to bother him, but you went and talked anyway.

“Are you done working yet?” You asked, in a tone much ruder then you meant it to be.

“I don’t know Y/N are done being a pest yet? No? Then there’s your answer.” His words were cold as ice, and his eyes were filled with an anger that made you glance at the floor. But nothing hurt you more then the door to his studio slamming in your face and the lock clicking seconds later. 

You stood there for who knows how long before numbly walking back to your room and crawling into bed fully clothed and in the middle of the afternoon. Maybe after a hour Namjoon came quietly into the room and frowned at the lump under the covers that could only be you. You weren’t asleep, you followed the sounds of his steps as he rounded the bed and knelt closest to you. Slowly the blankets were drawn back and a tear stained face greeted Namjoon. His heart ached, it broke. Slowly he lifted his hand and brushed a tear away with his finger tips. 

“... I’m so sorry Y/N... What I said was, it was so wrong. And awful. I’m so fucking sorry please forgive me. I love you so much and you could never be a pest to me. I’m just so sorry!” His words were quiet, barely more then a whisper yet flooded with pure regret. You could tell how truly sorry he was and you couldn’t help a little smile on your face.

“I forgive you Joonie, and I love you too! I am sorry though for distracting you from-”

“Don’t you dare apologize baby. I should’ve spent more time with you. And I mean to.” He interjects, a small smile on his face with dimples popping out. Giggling softly you pull him into the bed with you, curling into his chest as his arms wrapped around you. Neither of you minded that you were in normal clothes, you only cared about the steady beating of each others hearts and the warmth spreading through your bodies. 

Yoongi:

It was expected for Yoongi to become angry when you dropped one of his equipment. Immediately, a knot formed in your stomach as you picked it up, inspecting that only the screen had broke and you could easily take it to repair. But Yoongi was not having it. He was already fairly tense due to the desperate need of completing this one song and take a rest. To add on, it already bothered him that you begged to be inside his studio, but to touch his belongs and break it would irritate him beyond belief. 

“Why did you even come here?” He questioned, unable to hide his frustration. “I want to work by myself, (Y/N). But you’ve managed to ignore that and break something of mine as well.” He was trying to remain calm and not raise his voice, but this did not stop his words from hurting you. “I’m sorry. I just wanted to support you. I- I can fix this, okay?” Flashing a reassuring smile to hide your voice crack, you threw up a supportive thumbs up. “But you’re not even supporting me. I feel more stressed with you around. And do you know how expensive that is?” He couldn’t help but groan. Finally, you allowed a few tears to drip onto the ground. “I’m sorry...” You mumbled, sniffling weakly. 

Yoongi finally came to his senses, breaking out of his irritated trance and released a soft sigh. “Come over here...” He reached out to you, pulling your body closer to his by gently gripping your wrists. “I’m sorry, babygirl. I’ve been stressed and I’m taking it out on you. That’s not fair to you.” His apology felt sincere but you couldn’t help but shake your head. “It wasn’t right of me to break something that belonged to you.” He chuckled. “I make twice the cost of that in a day, I can buy it back and take you out to eat. Don’t worry about that.”

Hoseok:

You knew that when Hoseok became angry, he needed time to himself before you two could have a settled discussion. Usually that meant maybe a hour or so. But this time it was up to two days. Two days without a text. A phone call. Not a single knock on your door. Silence. And at first you were set on not being the first to break, you were positive that you were right. But now the silence was deafening. Did Hoseok feel the same way? You didn’t know, but you were so worried. You knew how he got when comebacks and stress got to him, the lack of sleep and proper nutrition. That’s what got you here in the first place.

 All you had wanted was for him to sleep. He had been in the dance studio all day, practicing the same move over and over again. Finding a flaw every time. You had tried to tell him how you thought it was perfect and how he was exhausting himself over nothing. Though he didn’t quite appreciate the use of ‘nothing’. He had snapped right then and there in the dance studio at 2:20 am, yelling about you ‘didn’t really care’ about the comeback at all.

“Oh my gosh Hoseok really?! I don’t care. Me, your girlfriend, who just wants you to sleep. Me wanting you to sleep equals not caring about your comeback. You know what fuck you then, don’t sleep or eat! I hope you just pass out on stage in front of everyone because you can’t take care of yourself properly!” You had yelled, tears ran down your cheeks as you stood in front of him. You hated crying more then anything too. 

 He didn’t respond, just turned away from you and started the song over. 

That was your parting statement, your rage and his silence. You left him there in the studio, going back to his room at the dorm to grab your phone charger only before going to your apartment. And he didn’t chase after you.

The anger had passed now, all that was left was sadness. Loneliness. You hadn’t left your bed since that night except to eat and use the bathroom. But this was too much. Two days was too long. And you loved him too deeply, to let such a stupid argument break your relationship. Launching yourself out of bed you got dressed in record time and ran to your front door, opened it and froze. There was Hoseok, standing there with his fist raised as if he were about to knock on your door. He look so tired. And so sad. 

“Hobi are y-” Your words dropped off and your breath was knocked out of you as he pulled you into his arms and squeezed you as if you were the only thing that could keep him from breaking. 

“I’m so sorry jagi. I’m so so sorry that I took all my frustration out on you. I’m sorry that I didn’t run after you and make you stay with me.” He rushed, his voice scratchy as if he had been crying. 

“Hobi... I’m sorry too. For letting my pride keep me away from you. And I forgive you” You whispered, tears coming down your cheeks slowly as you pulled yourself away from his body just enough to look at him. Hoseok was crying too. 

“I promise I’ll never do that again Y/N. I’ll never let you go again. I love you so much jagi. You’re everything to me. And I hate knowing that I made you cry. I’m just so sorry!” He whispered back, pressing his lips against your forehead softly.

You forgave him instantly, leaning your head back you kissed him softly and whispered sweet words to him, saying how you forgive him and how much you love him.  

After a minute of standing on your doorway, you slowly pulled him back into your apartment and walked him back into your bedroom. And you fell asleep in each others arms to the sound of each others heartbeat. 

Jimin:

Jimin never gets angry, but when he did, he’d often find himself ignoring you, which hurt both of you equally. The silence was deafening as you sat across from each other on the living room's couch. The members passed by occasionally, observing the atmosphere, and scampering away due to its stifling tensity.  “Are you going to keep ignoring me?” You asked, annoyance evident in your tone. No response. “This isn’t even cute anymore, Park Jimin. Stop it now.” Your serious voice did not bother him at all. He kept his thin eyes glued to the television screen. 

“Jimin please.” Finally, you began to plead for his attention. “Just talk to me.” He glanced at you for a moment before facing the TV show again. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you upset, you know that... I love you.” You mumbled. Only receiving silence, you couldn’t help but begin to sob. You rose to your feet, taking long strides away from him to leave. It was useless. He would continue to act this way and it was all your fault. Jimin would already begin moving though, highly alarmed at your quick movements and whimpers. “Wait, (Y/N)-” He wrapped his arms around your waist and forced you to look at him. You tried to look away, glancing at the ground below you. He pulled your face into his scented shirt, allowing you to cry softly. 

“I didn’t mean to make you cry. It’s just that you hurt me. But I ended up hurting you too.” He stated, caressing your hair softly. You mumbled a faint apology, unable to speak coherently. “I don’t even understand what you’re saying..” He laughed softly. “But it’s okay. We can work out things later.”

Taehyung:

You were only trying to give him the advice to resolve the fight he and Jin had, but due to his emotions still running wild, he snapped at you. “Whose side are you even on?” He questioned, causing your eyebrows to raise with shock. “Side? Always yours. Why are you even asking that?” Crossing your arms, you tried to hide your hurt with anger- both still painful but it helped you not to feel weak. “I just wanted to give him some advice.” He stated. “I understand that, and he was doing the same.  You both need to work on yourselves.” Finally, he felt his frustration boil over.

“I’ve been working so hard this entire tour. I just wanted him to fix a little thing, and now you’re starting this with me.” Unable to respond, you pursed your lips together defiantly. “Why did you eve come with us? You’re not helping at all!” He turned around, looking away from you. The last words stung especially, and added to the piling stress from this entire trip, it was finally time for you to cry. You wiped your face, trying to hide your tears from Taehyung, but he could never bypass your soft sniffling. 

“Yah, (Y/N)...” He turned to face you again, taking long strides towards your shaking body. “I didn’t even mean to say that.” He said softly, wiping the corners of your eyes. Before you could respond, it was already time for Taehyung to go on stage again. “Let’s talk later, okay?”

The entire situation would linger through his mind. Even as he waited to enter the stage, he’d be reminded of your sullen expression and his eyes became red as he gulped. Namjoon would give him a reassuring hug, reminding him that he needed to focus and that everything would be alright. He danced on stage, singing passionately amongst thousands of screaming fans. He didn’t feel as much energy until he glanced behind the stage curtains, spotting your small smile and clapping as a way to cheer him on. Finally, he’d smile and feel reassured that everything would truly work out.

Jungkook:

You didn’t expect to see Jungkook become angry, and he didn’t think so either. But you were only concerned about his health and his stress managed to work against him. You watched him dance in the practice room, his body moving wildly and his sweat scattering around. You watched, your lips forming a tight line before turning the music off. Jungkook snapped his head up, his chest heaving as he fell to the ground with exhaustion.

“Jungkook...” You began, walking towards him and massaging his chest. “Why are you working so hard? You need some rest...” You mumbled worriedly. “I’m fine, don’t worry.” His tone was dull and failed to reassure you. “But you’re going to hurt yourself.” You stated, staring into his eyes. “And like I said,  I’ll be fine.” Furrowing your brows, you sighed softly. “Why won’t you just listen to me for once? Do you not remember what happened before? You promised to take care of yourself after you fainted. And you’re doing the same thing again.” Your frustrations poured out unintentionally. It was true; the time he had fainted would forever traumatize you. Not only did he promise to take care of himself, but you made a vow to yourself that you wouldn’t let things get so bad again. And yet here you are, failing at that one personal request. 

“Aish. I’m going to be fine.” He said, rising to his feet but felt your hands grip onto his wrists. Finally, he snapped; yanking his arm to his chest, he looked down at you with annoyance, but a gasp escaped his lips. Your eyes widened in hurt as it became glossy with tears, sinking your teeth into your bottom lip. “Why are you crying? I’m sorry..” He kneeled down, and you reluctantly shook your head. “No. I’m sorry that I just want you to be safe. I’m sorry for wanting your health to be a top priority.” You said, standing up and beginning to walk away.  “Wait, no-!” He called out to you desperately, running in front of the door before you could leave. He stared at your tear stricken face.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you cry. You know I hate it when you’re sad... Can we go to the dorms and play Overwatch?”

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SO this was really a team effort and I really wanna thank my girl Ji for helping me out on this one and writing over half! Such a babe. I’m sorry it took so fucking long to finish this but I really want to get back into writing and I hope you all love this!

~Stardust 

#bts #bts reactions #bts scenarios #bts imagines #bts reaction #bts scenario #bts imagine #imagines #scenarios #reactions #kpop reactions #kpop imagines #kpop scenarios #kim namjoon #kim seokjin #min yoongi #jung hoseok #park jimin #kim taehyung #jeon jungkook #namjoon #seokjin #yoongi #hoseok #jimin #taehyung #jungkook #bts rm #bts jin #bts suga

[the-wild-ego]

I Love You

Requested: Yes. @parchedlips asked, "For our talent swap, can I get a Darkiplier fic?"

Fandom: Markiplier

Parings: Darkiplier/Reader

Pronouns: She/Her

Warnings: Smut

A/N: This was part of the Talent swap that I did with a friend for Valentine's day. I forgot it was in my drafts. So... Enjoy!

Your relationship with Darkiplier was never planned, it had started out as a ‘no strings attached’ thing, but somehow the two of you had ended up moving in together. The more dates the two of you went on, the more you realized how much you loved him. And you were going to tell him, tonight, on Valentines Day. Even though the demon had made it clear that he wasn’t partial to human holidays.

On your way home, a bubble of nervousness hit you. You had gotten off of work early, considering a lot of people complained about having dates tonight. However, you were certain this would be the perfect time, but neither of you really said it to each other. Dark was a loose cannon and no one ever knew how he was going to react.

“Dark, I’m home!” you called, finally able to remove your hair from it’s restraints. Quiet followed your call to Dark, making you frown. Usually he’d call back to you, saying where he was. You placed your bags on the floor, fixing your glasses, and removed your shoes. You shook off the odd feelings, heading to the kitchen. You had lived in this house long enough to navigate through it in the darkness, plus you played blind a lot in the mornings when you woke up too early and made your way to the kitchen without your glasses. Flicking on the lights, your brows furrowed. The stove was on, the aroma just now hitting you. It smelled like sweets.

“You’re home early, (Y/N).” came a voice from behind you, making you smile. You turned, your smile growing even more at the sight. Dark stood there, in an apron and his pajama pants, hair disheveled, and wearing oven mitts. He wore his usual expression, but his form was shifting more frequently, he was nervous.

“What are you doing?” you couldn’t help but tease, your heart squeezing at the realization that he was baking for your Valentine’s day. Dark rolled his eyes, removing the oven mitts from his hands as he made his way over to you. He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you close to him, before kissing you deeply.

“Baking, as anyone, with a hobby of baking, does.” he grumbled against your lips, he very much preferred to tease you and if you kept it up, you’d be begging for his teasing to stop. But, alas, you could never read his mind. Though, he wouldn’t be surprised if you did things like this on purpose.

“Yes, but what are you making?” you continued, biting your lip to stop the laugh that threatened to bubble from your chest. He growled, pulling you flush against him, his fingers digging into your hips in warning. The laugh broke free and that seemed to be the icing on the cake for Dark. The grip on your hips tightened and you were pushed back into the counter. Your eyes widened as they met Dark’s. His were dilated, in slight anger and embarrassment.

“I wanted to do something nice for you, Babygirl, and yet you still tease?” he hissed, your grinned, unable to find him intimidating. It was cute, that he was trying to surprise you. You bit your lip cupping his cheek.

“Dark, it’s cute, you’re never like this so I have to tease.”

Dark continued to grumble his annoyance as he finally released you, but that didn’t mean he was letting you off the hook. He gripped your chin, his gaze firm as he used his ‘dom-voice’ on you. It was deep with the undertone of a growl, “Upstairs, babygirl, I want you waiting for me.”

Your cheeks lit up at the nickname, a shiver making its way through you as you nodded. It was easy to slip in and out of play, especially when you had Dark as a partner.

On your way up, your heart started racing, the stairs were covered in rose petals, you followed them all the way to the bedroom. The flicker of flames could be seen under the door, the source was found as you stepped into the room. More scents hit you, candles lined the room. There weren’t too many, but just enough. The rose petals lead from the floor, onto the bed, the formed a heart and you couldn’t help the watery giggle that left your lips. You were never much of a cry-er but Dark making a romantic effort was something you’d pay to see. You stripped down to your undergarments and began your crawl onto the bed.

“Do you like it?” Dark asked from behind you, making you turn. He was dressed back in his usual attire, the sleeves straining against his muscles as he crossed them over his chest. You nodded, sitting up a little straighter as he stepped forwards. He motioned for you to lean back and you scooted up to the headboard, knowing the drill. “Today is going to be a little different, Babygirl.”

“How so?” you asked gently, watching him pull the silk rope from his suit pocket.

“Tonight is all about you, babygirl.” his smile was sincere, promising.

“Oh…” you whispered as he tied you to the headboard, tugging and tying the ropes with precision that only a Sailor could have. Despite not typically doing this, it was a major turn on for him. Especially seeing you tied up and almost naked before him. His eyes roamed your body, his fingers scratching lightly over your skin.

"Tell me, baby, are the ropes to tight?" He asked, tugging them again.

“No, sir.” you kept your voice soft, still surprised that he suggested the idea. Dark allowed you to get comfortable before beginning to remove your under-clothes. Taking his time to slide your panties down your legs. Moving down to kiss and bite your thighs, the marks already beginning to turn red.

"Keep your eyes closed, baby. This is about you now. You've let me use and dominate you. So I will reward you with everything you desire." Dark purred against your skin. Lifting your legs and running his fingers over your soft skin as he removed your panties entirely. He grinned at the bareness of your lower regions. The sight had once been only on nights, and only by your consent. But now, Dark knew that you'd allow him to take you at any time. Not minding his hands sliding into your personal places. You had a safeword, and he had control. As he palmed and smacked your thighs, squeezing them tightly, he groaned against your neck. His voice a deep rumbling husk. "You don't need to do a thing now. I'm in control, babygirl."

Every squeeze got you more and more aroused, making you flinch and shiver as you watched him. This seemed more intimate than with a blindfold, he was actually visible and you could see just how much he cared about worshiping every inch of your body.

Dark knew your body well, every little twitch or nudge, was a sign to what you wanted. He chuckled, more a rumble than any other sound as he rolled you onto your stomach. He climbed off the bed, standing to the side and stripping out of his clothing before climbing back on top. There was no more foreplay, not at the moment, just his care for you and your love for him.

"I know what you want, Babygirl. And only because it's your night will I give it to you so easily. But I order you to make as much noise as you can." He concluded, pressing kisses and bites along your back as he slid his length between your legs. Covering himself in your slick as he brushed over both holes. Dark hummed as he pulled back his lips to trail his teeth over your shoulder. Biting down, but not enough to break skin as he dipped the head of his cock into you. With his knees on either side your hips, he locked you in place. Making it difficult to move. Your impatient groan made him chuckle, and he decided to slide half of him inside you. He groaned and his head fell forward, pressing against the back of your neck. He started to thrust short, bursts as he purred against your skin.

"Hmm, no matter how many times I ravage your body, you feel just as delicious as our first night." Dark smirked as he moved his entire length into you. Unable to control his hips as they started moving again. Your pleased moan made him chuckle and he couldn’t help as he gripped your hair, using it as leverage to pull you back against his cock. It took him a minute to realize that you were holding back your sounds, "Don't muffle those sweet sounds, baby. I want to hear you sing for me."

Dark kept moving slowly inside you, leaning heavily against your back as his hips jerked forward. His hands crept under you to circle your clit. Pinching it and Dark chuckled when your body jerked. He loved how much he could affect your body, he loved how much he knew your body. He knew all the ins and outs of you. Your gentle mewl made him smirk, wanting to speed things up but he kept the slow pace, losing himself in the bliss that was your body. Running his nose over your shoulders, adding a little scruff to his chin to scrape against your neck.

"Hmm… Fuck, (Y/N). Your body was built for me.”

“Fuck, I love you.” you couldn’t help it. Your stomach was in knots and you were already seeing stars. Your thighs shook as you rolled your hips with his pace, wrists aching as you silently begged to touch him.

The thrusting stopped and your head dropped in, both, embarrassment and disappointment. The words had slipped before you could stop them and you silently cursed yourself for it. The ties undid themselves and Dark turned you over. His body had a thin sheen of sweat covering it, from holding himself back for so long, “You what?”

At any other time, you wouldn’t have been able to stop looking at him, but now you couldn’t even meet his eyes. Your cheeks flushed a more prominent red, you voice a meek whisper, “I-I said I love you.”

Lips crashed against yours in a flurry of passion, his hands cupping your face as you confusedly kissed back. Your heart skipped a beat as he pulled away, emotions in his eyes that you’ve never seen. It seemed as though a million years passed before Dark took a breath, “I love you, too, (Y/N).”

You pulled him down for another kiss, silently pleading for him to resume his actions. His fingers drifted back down to your clit, rubbing gently before sliding a gently finger in. Your hands went to his, threading and tugging. He groaned, deep from his throat. His teeth scraped your bottom lip and he couldn’t resist sucking it between his teeth, pulling a whimper from you. Your hips rolled up against his hands, pleasure surging through you as he added a second finger. His eyes never left your face and the moment became more intimate as you rode yourself to the first of many, many, orgasms.

The next morning, a plate of heart-shaped cookies sat on your bedside table with a note that read as follows;

‘I was baking your favorite cookies, enjoy, Babygirl. Love, Darkiplier. Xx’

#darkiplier x reader #dark x reader #dark #darkart #markiplier ego x reader #ego x reader

[amourtaes-blog]

love it if we made it

song choice - love it if we made it by The 1975

Kim Taehyung. The most beautiful man to ever roam this world, at least to me. Also goes by V, 1/7 of the K-pop boyband, BTS! Born in Daegu, South Korea on the 30th of December 1995 making him a Capricorn. Collector of ties and admirer of Sir Vincent Van Gogh. Known for his 4D personality and breathtakingly symmetrical face.  A burning passion to act as he was in the drama, Hwarang. Parades around in Gucci but was brought up on a farm with his grandparents keeping him humble. Adores his parents and is a family man. Has the cutest boxy smile and adoring personality, he's kind and a great best friend according to Jimin. However, Jungkook says his personality is indescribable. He finds the moles that decorate his body interesting, even turning one into an elephant and likes to entertain whoever is around and himself by playing music and making a live music video. He is the social butterfly of the group, always making friends wherever he goes. He's innocent and playful, stubborn at times but deeply cares for everyone's well being. Quite frankly, he sounds perfect. This description right here isn't enough to give you even a rough idea of what he's like. I could go on for days talking about him but for now, this can do.

It's the 20th of July 2018, a Friday. A new "The 1975" song was released, Love It If We Made It. The first line clearly shocked me causing me to stop listening after a few more seconds, "Fucking in a car, shootin' heroin," I clearly wasn't expecting that. The rest of the day went by as a blur. I did the occasional housework and moped about, still feeling upset and drained from the past events of the week. I've been listening to Ariana Grande's new song, God Is A Woman, although I wasn't keen on the title I gave it a try and found myself addicted. It was quite a boring Friday, a long day of nothing specific. Nothing, in particular, roamed my brain apart from a growing sadness that I chose to ignore. Yet, the banging drums of the new The 1975 song rang through the back of my head. No matter what I did or heard, it was all I could hear so I decided to give it another try. Of course, yet again, I loved it The 1975 never disappoint me and I always find myself loving their new music. But this. This was special. I say this with all of their songs but currently, it felt like it touched my heart in places I wasn't aware of. The chorus grabbed at my heartstrings making me feel so deeply in love and straight away my mind went to him.

It kept me awake for most of the night, not once did I get bored of this song. It made me feel everything at once and I love songs like that. Songs that make me feel uneasy because it's not easy to describe how they make me feel. The song wasn't even about love, but the vibe and beat made me feel like I was gonna run away with the love of my life and watch the sunset. Till 4, the song was on repeat, full blast as I got lost into the depths of Tumblr, adoring and examining his face. Every second passed and I hoped that I could run away but with him, watching the sunset and not giving a care in the world. Just focusing on each other.

Just before the sun started rising I started to head to bed, hoping to put myself at peace even though every cell in my body was awake, buzzing at the beat of the song. Yearning to hear it for "just one more time" but a light wave of sleep sat on my eyes, Very light actually, hardly 2kg. I packed up and headed upstairs not bothering to wash my face as my body ached with pain and sadness, still I ignored it. Crying for hours 2 days beforehand was enough to drain my body of any emotion.

Laying in bed was torturous, especially since the arms that engulfed me once provided me with tranquility but now the owner of the arms sat on the center of my mind. Multiple attempts to get a few hours of deep, comfortable sleep fell through quickly as I tossed and turned, my mind racked with everything but the need to sleep. The song also occupying my mind, the quiet of the room only making it amplify. It was all so noisy. The song and my troubles attacking me from every direction, not giving me any chance to fall into a much-needed slumber. Long sighs left my lips and the party beside me was not having it. He knew deep in my intellect was a bustling mess of thoughts. Curiosity got the best of him and he was speaking before he could register what he was saying in his head. "Something on your mind?" Gently I looked to my side, my vision being blessed with the heart-stopping view. "Is it that obvious?" I chuckled, now aware of how crazy I must've looked. His hand came to caress my cheek, the softest fingertips grazing over my flesh made me breathless. "Wanna talk about it babygirl?" He hummed, moving his hand down to my inner shoulder rubbing gentle circles to calm me down. I let out a big huff, I could keep this in and enjoy how his skin feels against mine or I could clear my head once and for all, it's not like I would get any sleep if I chose the first option. I bore into his eyes trying to figure out which option I should take, I was pulled out of my trance when I saw his eyes flick vigorously between mine; searching for my answer. "Sure," I cleared my throat and sat up, ready to let this out once and for all to the person I loved the most. He too sat up ready to listen and understand, compassion glazed over his eyes.

"No one loves me Taehyung!" I sighed feeling a small weight being lifted off of me. His eyes almost popped out of his eyes and he reached forward ready to interject, to tell me I'm wrong, "No don't," I stopped him "Let me," He sat back intrigued as to what nonsense I was mewing. "Repeatedly I've been told no one likes me or someone has a problem with me. My family said it and so have my friends over the years. Not one friend or family member I had didn't tell me they found faults in who I was. It got boring Tae and I started to believe it, I still do. Especially when you hear it from someone you love and trust fully. It hurts, it hurts so fucking much. I just feel unloved and that I've been lied to all my life. I feel useless and disappointed. Disappointed that I'm not enough for people and disappointed in myself for fully trusting people so quickly. I'm so lost and confused now, each day feels as if it has no meaning and I dont know if I wanna be here to deal with each day because all I can think about is what I did wrong and if I'll ever be able to be loved? I don't want to eat or sleep or interact with people that aren't my best friend. Each conversation I try to hold feels like a chore. I feel like I failed, I let people win over me, I called defeat while they carry on living their best lives. Now there's nothing left for me to do, I'm just living for the sake of it. Each day all I do is wallow in self-pity rather than moving on with the people who do truly love me because it's empty inside now, there's a big hole punctured in by the people who pretended to love me and care. If I think about my future I just think about running away from my current situation and starting afresh with my best friend. Going somewhere where I don't know anyone and starting new relationships but choosing carefully so I don't feel the same heartbreak again. I want a change, a new beginning, a fresh start." Tears pricked at my eyes as I poured out the worries that ached at my heart but a smile still creeping up on my face as I thought about being with people who truly love me.

"Leyya, I love you! More than anyone and I want you to know that. For me, you're everything and I mean that I promise." Tae lovingly confessed, his hands latching onto mine reassuringly. My smile slowly melted from my face, another worry itching at my head. "You don't Tae because you're not real! You aren't here right now; this is all a figment of my imagination. This is what I wish for every night, to be held in your arms and to hear your heartbeat right next to my ear as I sleep. To be your one and only, the love of your life. The only person you look at and the only person to be loved by you but that's not happening and it will never happen. You're Korean and 9 years older than me, a famous K-pop idol adored by many and you live in Seoul approximately 5,000 miles away from me. Lastly, you don't know me and you never will. Even if I do meet you, you'll see me as an ARMY, not as someone who you could possibly fall in love with. It sounds so ridiculous but this out of all things hurts the most, the harsh reality. I'm loving someone with my whole heart who doesn't even know I exist or how much I'm devoted to him. There are probably millions of people who feel the same, I'm nothing special just another in the mass of people. You made me fall in love with you from so far away and it wasn't how good looking you were or who you were. It was you, the real Kim Taehyung. I'm in love with how real and sincere you are, your goofiness and randomness. I love everything about you, the good and the bad, the ups and downs. I want to experience them all but I won't. Ever. It feels as if my heart is being ripped from my chest as I say this but its the truth and I have to face that I won't ever get you, I won't ever be lucky enough to know you personally. You will always be Taehyung; my bias from BTS who I love so dearly but no one understands because to everyone else I'm just a teenage girl going through her one of many phases. If it's a phase why does it hurt to love you?" At this point, tears were streaming down my face and I was holding onto Tae's hand for my dear life, he sat there watching me come undone not saying a word because I was right and he knew it. The Tae sitting in front of me wasn't real, I made him up to help comfort me.

My breathing started to steady itself as I took all the energy I had left to focus on my breathing. We both sat in a comfortable yet endearing silence, I was thankful he didn't push or question my words instead, he let me get all the shit I was bottling up out. The sun started to rise and I felt sleep descending onto my lids. Tae sensed my exhaustion and laid down with his arms open, inviting me to join him. Sighing contently, a sleepy smile overtook my face. I snuggled into his side and clutched onto his body with my dear life, not wanting the moment to conclude. For once I didn't feel as heavy but there was still something there, eating and gnawing at me but like I always do, I chose to ignore it. There was still something more, some unsaid words that I didn't choose to air, I can't air them because it hurts too much to talk about.

The chorus of the song played but this time faintly without a jumbled mess of worries interfering, it spread bliss throughout my body. "I'd love it if we made it!" The words lulled over again and again. Would I be able to make it? Will this emptiness be filled with happiness or more sorrow? I'm aware he isn't real but I love how warm he is, despite it being hot, his warmth isn't only in temperature but he makes me feel safe and wanted. He makes me want to cry and jump in joy that he's here but cry also in despair as he's not really with me. I'm just holding onto the fact that what my brain made could be real. His embrace was secure yet relaxing, it didn't feel forced, it felt just right. My eyes slowly blinked closed and my limbs fell free against his body. A neat kiss was sweetly placed on my forehead and collected breathing lay close by your ear.

"You are loved!"

(i made my mom cry pt2)

[btsjeonjazz]

Petname Babygirl II pt. 6

Yoongi x reader, Jimin x reader

genre: angst, kinda fluff, smut (t-tongue technology?)

word count: 12.6k

The night was constantly going up until you met a special guest who managed to creep into your thoughts.

It was a strange feeling to be in Yoongi's own four walls, your eyes wide with astonishment as you wandered behind your date for the night. The air around you didn't feel tense at all, his words blurring your vision. Tonight I'm Yoongi.. Repressing an excited giggle you inhaled deeply, taking in the view of your date in plain jeans and a shirt, the man who almost broke the contract and gets you on your knees in less than three seconds. Even now, if he would command you to bend over, suck his dick or strip for him, you wouldn't hesitate, your panties dropping as fast as possible, but he shouldn't know how much impact he had on you. Not after what happened the week of your absence.

Yoongi lead your through a corridor, lined with expensive paintings, the walls colored in a light brown giving of the feeling of 'home', warmth, before turning right inside the apartment's kitchen. The strong smell of food intensifying whilst he gestured you to enter the room first. White, shiny marble the main material of the kitchen's counters, a large table in front of the kitchen island, a bouquet full of white roses, a few candles and a lacy looking tablecloth set on it. It looked beautiful photographed out of a furniture house's catalogue, the scent illuminating you, steak, potatoes, wine and a sweet mouse lined on the island.

“Sit down, I get you the main menu. I hope you're hungry”, Yoongi said, pulling the chair back for you to sit down, a move you expected from a man of his status and manners, still you were fascinated in the change of behaviour tonight. “You like wine, don't you, y/n?”

Still astonished of Yoongi's behaviour and the sight of his apartment you nodded absent-mindedly, your fingertips stroking over the silky tablecloth, feeling the fabric that was flawlessly covering the large, wooden table. You also felt your heartbeat pounding hardly against your chest, a steady staccato, loud enough to be heard while watching Yoongi skilfully arranging the self-made food, handing you a glass of costly, sweet wine and faintly smiling at you, rather awkward. It wasn't like him to be a bit stiff, the usually smooth perfectionist showing signs of nervousness.

“How was your day at work?”, his voice showed no sign of the embarrassment you had seen in his dark orbs, calmly asking you about your day despite his stiffly moving limbs.

“All fine”, you answered him, eyes darting around the softly lighted room, expecting it to be neatly tidied, clean and not the least bit used, but it was the opposite. You witnessed a couple of used kitchen towels, cups in the sink, flowers lining the windowsill and it amazed you. The Min Yoongi, a perfectionist in everything he laid his hands on seriously lived in here, used cutlery, cups and the cook..wow. “What about you?”, you tried to sound as composed and relaxed, but failed as your voice cracked with the last word.

Yoongi took his seat across from you, never letting you out of his shadow cast face, the light shining on his back. He gestured you to try the steak before he coughed slightly. “Stressful, to be honest.”

Humming in agreement you took the first bite, your face contoured in blissfulness. “Oh god, it's delicious! I'm sorry..”, you scolded yourself to stay quiet, the occasion not suited for your outburst at the delicious food, cooked by the man who sat on the same table with you.

“No, no. It's fine. I'm glad you like it”, he motioned not to be reluctant tonight, signalling you that you were free to be yourself for the time being. But the atmosphere turned as Yoongi bit down his pink lip, eyes narrowing down his plate from one second on the other. It seemed to be time to start the talk before you could be yourself like he suggested, your eyes following the way his lips moved. “I sincerely apologise, y/n, for the decision I made with my action. I hope you feel at least a bit better by now.”

Gulping down your latest bite you leaned back, not answering him for several, long seconds. Are you feeling any better? Not yet, to be pretty honest, but whatever he had planned for you to forget made your heart race. Was the meal only the beginning of a night containing deep conversations and confessions? You doubted that. Would he tell you what his past looked like, why his point of views seemed to be otherworldly and strange? Maybe. Was there a chance in you wanting him even now after what happened? You could answer this with an emphasized yes.

“Not yet”, you responded with delay, your eyes focusing on the food laying on your plate. “W-would you tell me why exactly you did it?”

Yoongi groaned lowly, his fork still untouched as he leaned back, his fingers staying in his lap, folded. He then inhaled deeply, collecting his thoughts about your question, looking for the right choice of words to explain what had caused him to get touched by another woman that wasn't you. “First let me tell you that all I did with any other woman, with you, is for my personal purpose and desire. Don't try to make up my character into a fictional person for your ideals, y/n. I'm a cruel man towards my woman, no love, no romance and most certainly no feelings involving us two, connecting us in a way that is more than a physical relationship”, he paused, his almond shaped eyes gazing you, lingering on your stiff figure. You felt a spark of pain in your chest at his words, although you knew why he said it and that he was right, even though. Your appetite laying on ice you pushed your plate from you, meeting Yoongi's eyes as he continued explaining himself.

“It may help for you to understand at least a bit of my own way of thinking”, he ran his hand through his hair in a quick motion, seeming..nervous. “I'm from a family seeking success, being there to live on their own, chasing dreams in a reckless manner, no empathy towards anyone, not even their own children. Love? What is that, y/n? The tightening of your chest? A meek feeling turning your stomach upside down? Bubbles popping in the pit of your stomach, when you see a person your body reacts on its own? Never experienced it, not for anyone. I took care of Jimin since I could think, imitating my parents behaviour and treatment regarding work, dug myself a hole to hide in in the form of the company you now work in, too. I try to be honest right now, y/n. Don't make me up for a man I could never be. I have everything I need, money, I'm the chairman of one of the biggest law firms in the country and now I have you”, Yoongi gulped down some of his wine to calm his shaking voice. “Ah, no not in the way you might think. I'm able to pay women to please me, that's what I live for as well. And this is the reason I did what I did that day you were absent from work.”

You had difficulties following him, his explanation milky, confusion to you, but the main aspects he wanted to explain were pointed out clearly. He had no one to care for and no one ever cared for him, (his younger brother the ultimate exception) so why should it change just because it gave you? He didn't look for love in any way, a physical relationship he had the most advantages from enough to lighten up his mood on stressful days. And of course you knew that this was the only plausible reason it gave the agreement between Yoongi and you, his toy.

“I saw you, as I already declared, with another man, wanted to visit you, but what were you doing? Going out with your friends and a stranger who touched you so bluntly, even taking a picture of it”, he shrugged his shoulders as he went on, but you could see a glint behind his eyes that told you he regretted taking hasty actions, accusing you to do something with another guy although it gave him. “I couldn't cope with it, y/n. You're mine as long as the agreement lasts, and by god, I hate if anyone touches what is mine. Be it accidentally or on purpose, refrain from it. I'm a possessive man and I made a mistake in handling the situation in a rush. As I previously did, I'll apologize to you. You should count one and one together if you listened to me. I don't feel anything for anyone, not for that bitch who sucked my dick and nothing more than desire and lust for you, y/n. Your body is all I crave for.”

That was definitely not what you wanted to be told, but the fact that he didn't care who gave him the blow job explained the story of his parents and his true love in form of the passion for his work. Now it made sense what he told you at the beginning. You bit down your bottom lip, chewing it until you felt it swelling before you nodded in understanding. It seemed like a rational explanation, his words describing what caused his strange treatment, but was that all he got to give? Money? Was that all he needed? You doubted it more than anything. Behind the mask he had perfected was more meaning than the pure presence of a man yearning for the big success, for an endless amount of money.

“That's all then?”, you voice was quiet, looking up in an attempt to see through him, but there it was again, a hard core, an impenetrable mask on his pale face, protecting him from showing feelings and being seen how he really is. “You want nothing more than what is on your bank account, not caring for anything else? She was a substitute for me for the day, nothing more? Is that who you are, Yoongi?” His name falling from your lips didn't feel as smooth as you wanted to. It was a heavy word you had to force over your lips. “Seeking perfection in the form of being the ultimate head of a company? You aren't the cruel man you describe yourself as.” You had to stop yourself before your voice would shake in anger. He had such a twisted way of dealing with things outside his work, his thinking was the point you couldn't accept as it was. He was more than that..at least in your eyes.

Yoongi stood up, circling the table to get to you in silence, taking the plate of food to put it back into the microwave. His hand was trembling, you witnessed it as he reached down to grab your plate.

“I really don't want to argue tonight, y/n”, his voice was low as it filled the kitchen again, his lean body leaning against the counter next to the microwave, pausing so that the buzzing sound of the electronic heater could fill the silence. “Let's stop here. I explained myself enough and you should accept the fact that it was a vast mistake, the woman is fired, she meant nothing”, the 'peep' of the microwave signalled that your food was heated, interrupting him for a short moment. He took the plate, setting it in front of you again before he leaned down to you, his face close to your own. “Enjoy the night and stop thinking so much into it. Eat up before it gets cold a second time.” Yoongi pinched your cheek, smirking faintly while leaning in to brush his pink mouth over your bare neck, the skin burning where he touched it briefly, his warm breath hitting your skin. It felt like an eternity the last time he touched you in the plane. Almost two weeks feeling like two years, your body responding on its own. He did shit, yes. He made you burst into tears at home, yes. Due to that you were still angry, but you wanted him despite what happened. Your core tightening, a shudder running down your spine as the spot he faintly kissed got cold.

Yoongi separated himself a few centimetres to give you space, but you stopped him, pulling him by the neck with your hand wrapped around it with a squeeze, feeling the soft hair that lined his neck neatly. He was near you, but wouldn't give you what you craved for a long time, not even as an apology. Ever since that night you two slept with each other the first time your hunger was sparked by the thought of him touching you where you wanted him to.

“Why?”, you whispered, eyes fixated on his heart shaped, oh so pink lips which formed a surprised 'o' at your sudden action.

“What do-”

“Why won't you kiss me?”, another faint whisper expressing the need you felt for his touch on your lips. The warmth of his tasty, wet mouth moving on yours the way they did that night, a one time thing..

The man in front of you swallowed hard, his eyes wandering from your eyes which still focused on his parted mouth down to your own, remaining there for a couple of seconds. You felt your heart racing, the anticipation vaguely managing.

“I..”, Yoongi bit down his lower lip, dark oculars darting back to your eyes where you locked yours with his. “It's more intimate than sex itself”, his voice sounded raspy, deep and so quiet you had to listen carefully. He then cupped your cheek with one of his veiny, pale hands, his thumb tracing the outline of your lips' shape, feeling the place on your body he never gifted with attention before, pulling your bottom lip down once before he straightened himself again.

Holding your breath you watched him turning around, taking his plate stiffly and doing the same routine with his food. No one said a word again, the atmosphere tinged in tension, your heart beating in your throat. You were confident that your cheeks might burn in a bright pink, your legs pressed together in arousal. It was an intense moment for you, him being close to you, nearly touching you where you wanted to be touched, finally feeling him on your tingling mouth.

“You said you would make up for what you've done”, you had to gulp down the knot in your throat, your voice a shadow of itself with your next words. “I want you to kiss me.”

Flinching Yoongi met your determined stare, the expression on his face traced with annoyance and doubt. “We'll see, y/n. Now eat up.” His usually composed, controlled way of speaking was destroyed as he bluntly showed you how close he was to snap at you. Yoongi really didn't take commands well, not even from you. Such a simple task too much for the perfectionist in front of you, who wasn't shy to fuck you like a slut, but afraid of exchanging kisses.

Scoffing you obeyed, taking the fork back in your hand to poke in your food. Sighing you pouted at him, glaring as he began to chuckle at your expression. Shoving your first bite in your mouth you glared further at the man who took his seat back across from you, a faint grin still on his lips.

“Tell me, who is Jimin seeing tonight?”, Yoongi tried to calm the air around you, filling it with a change of subject. The plates now half empty as time passed for a couple of minutes in silence.

Blinking your eyes darted to the grey haired man, his mouth closed and chewing on his food, shirt rolled up slightly by now. Didn't he know that his younger brother had a date with his employee, Ana Jung? Oh, you might know why Jimin hadn't said a word about the woman he saw tonight, his brother wasn't really fond of her, everyone knew. She gave him a hard time at work, making mistakes over and over again.

“He didn't say a word?”

“I asked him, but he wouldn't say who it was. At first I thought about one of his exs, but that's impossible”, Yoongi's tongue rolled over the inside of his cheek, a sign he wasn't content with the idea of his precious sibling dating a woman that didn't suit him or Yoongi didn't approve of. “So, you know who it is, don't you?”

What should you tell him? Jimin most certainly had his own reasons to stay quiet who he would fuck tonight (you just knew that this was the case in meeting her in the first place). Cocking your brows up you hid your evil grin, getting payback for refusing to give you what you craved for. There was one thing in this world Min Yoongi didn't know and it turned out that you were the only one who could tell him at the moment. Therefore you tilted your head, grinning at him before you shrugged your shoulders in a lazy, not caring manner.

“Maybe”, your voice showed how much you liked the idea to tease him with the unknown.

Yoongi blinked in disbelief to your response. He had expected everything but an answer as cheeky as this, your face painted in a playful expression, the edges of your mouth twitching dangerously for the first time in a while around him. “Maybe? Seriously, y/n?”

“You told me to be myself tonight, already forgotten?”, you shifted in your chair, adjusting your dress properly whilst feeling his disbelieving stare on you. “I know who he takes out tonight, but what do I get if spill the tea?”, you teased him, brushing your hair back in an attempt to show him how mighty you actually were, what you weren't, like what did you even think?

Min Yoongi chuckled lowly again, his arms now crossing over his chest, his eyebrow high whereas he tilted his head, the same pose you sat in. Now it was time to test who had more endurance in a staring contest, his eyes piercing yours sharply, challenging you to disobey again. And so you did. You pushed your chair back, carefully spreading your barely covered legs to show him a sneak-peak of your black lacy thong, lasciviously crossing them on top of each other without letting him out of your eyes. But to your surprise didn't his gaze waver a second, constantly staring in yours. Smugly smirking he unbuttoned the first knob of his shirt, his bony, long digits slowly darting lower, doing the same with the second button as well. You had to force yourself not to follow his movement, your grin vanishing because of the concentration you had to put in not to lose. You gave him credit for being a perfectionist, a had worker and a rough lover, but being playful like this? Being on the same page for the first time, resembling his younger brother for a split second.

“Give it up, babygirl”, he smirked lopsided, his tongue wetting his lips, your eyes wavering for a second, not because of his wet, red muscle, but the petname got you. Swallowing hard you bit down your bottom lip, pulling it between your teeth.

“It's unfair play to use that name”, you complained, leaning back against the chair's rest, a hand smoothly tracing to your cleavage, adjusting your dress by pulling it down to reveal more of your hidden skin above your covered breasts.

A 'tsk' resonated from the walls whilst Yoongi shook his head, his black orbs still lingering in yours. “You're the one who began to tease. Trying to seduce me with a bit skin and showing me your panties. I don't even care what you're wearing underneath, it'll be gone anyway.”

Flustered you almost narrowed your view, but refrained from it, Yoongi opening another button, his shirt now half open, revealing his pale, soft skin. You knew how it felt under your palms, how his stomach was lined with faint abs beneath the flawless skin.

“Spit it, babygirl. Who is my brother seeing?”, his digits opened another knob until his shirt was showing all of his skin, fingers brushing over the growing bulge hidden by the table. “I can do this the whole night or you stop being stubborn and we can postpone this slow striptease to my bedroom. You choose.”

His words were more than tempting, foremost after you had last felt him two weeks ago. Even with this offer you shook your head. It wasn't about being the one in charge anymore, the situation arousing you pretty well wherefore you spread your legs again, opening them especially for his display. This time it was his turn to gulp, eyes shortly wavering before he composed himself again until your hand tapped on your thigh, pushing the material of your dress over to the hem of your thong.

“I know you want me”, you told him, voice an octave lower. “If you want me to stop you have to force me.”

A dark chuckle left his mouth accompanied with a loud, defeated sigh. “Fine, you win, but tell me who's the date of Jimin and come here. Fast.”

“Fine”, you nodded, using the same word, waiting for him to look away and as he did, his eyes focused on the way your dress slid down as you stood up to round the table. Faintly you heard a groan coming from the man across from you, his shirt revealing what you had expected; white, soft skin and a belt with a big silvery belt buckle reflecting the dimmed light in the room. You were so fucking attracted to him, the serious talk from before forgotten whereas you swiftly sat down on his lap, the growing member in his pants poking you through the solid material of his light jeans. “Does winning mean I'm in charge tonight?”, you purred, laying your arms around his neck, stroking over the nape to feel the soft locks of his grey hair again.

“Better tell me now before I lose my temper”, he skilfully ignored your question, his hands which stroked their way up and down your legs swiftly smacking them, hard. Mewling you flinched, the spot hot and stinging where his bare hands met your skin. “You really think I let someone be in charge with me? Oh, babygirl, you're my slut, not the other way around”, his husky voice purred right in your ear, pressing his lips against it. A sting following as he bit down your earlobe harshly, making you squirm on his lap, his bulge digging deeper in your core caused by your hasty movements.

“I can try, can't I?”, you pulled him away at the strands your fingers wrapped around at the back of his head. Tonight you would test his limits, one way or the other. And right now you challenged him in being the dominant one. “I bet you'd be such a good boy.”

Doubting your sanity Yoongi started to laugh, a rare sound, his hands grabbing the soft flesh of your thighs ere he built up momentum to hit you hard, the places most certainly bruised by tomorrow. Moaning in pain you let go of his hair, clinging on his shoulders for support. Another few smacks and your were a panting mess on top of him, your skin feeling hot and you could see that the spots got redder by the second. You cursed yourself for straddling his lap like this, but started to rub over his dick, your own arousal taking overhand after he had pleased you with his roughness.

“J-Jimin is with A-Ana”, you stuttered as his hands rubbed over your ass, pushing your dress up and smacking the wiggling flesh. His hits were hard, violently marking your skin. “Stop, Yoongi”, you moaned, but meant it.

“Ana Jung?”, was all he said, his fingers tracing up to your waist, caressing your sides kind of praising for your obedience, although it was coming later than he liked it. “I hate her, but I now you like her though..”

Blinking you looked into the man's face, his lips pouting, eyes lost in the distance for a brief moment before he smacked your aching spot on your ass, grinning at you. “Get up, babygirl, we're going upstairs.”

In a swift move you climbed off of his lap, your dress already high up over your black thong showing him your sparsely dressed ass. You didn't even care to pull it down as Yoongi licked his lips, his eyes getting darker by the second, hands stroking over his bulge as he did it alike, standing close to you. No one said a word as his hands drifted up, smoothly taking the hem of your dress to glide it over your body up over your head, leaving you shivering in the kitchen. The lacy, velvet undergarment suited the atmosphere surrounding you two, dark and hungry.

“Damn, babygirl. You look..nice”, his voice was husky, eyes lingering on the still covered mounds while he turned away, walking hastily down the hall outside the kitchen, your hand in his big one. He lead you down across the living room where the stairs lined the back up to their private rooms.

At first you were sure that this was the place where Yoongi and you met for the first time, had your first physical encounter, but it emerged that it wasn't as you expected as Yoongi and you reached the upper rooms. Darkness surrounded you wherefore you couldn't quite make sure where to walk, but the man in front of you never stopped, knowing his home.

“Y-you're too fast”, your voice was a stutter while you tried to keep up with his haste. He was too eager to finally get you into his bed, to fuck you after a long time of another sexual desert.

Abruptly, out of nowhere Yoongi came to a halt, turning around and gripping your shoulders lightly to press you against the nearest wall left from you. A guttural sound resonated from his chest, his eyes covered by the blackness around you ere his fingers traced down your arms, making you shiver, your heartbeat loud in the silent corridor.

“I can't wait, babygirl. I waited way too long for what we're supposed to do”, it was nothing more than a raspy whisper before his core met yours, the already rock hard bulge in his jeans meeting your sparsely covered, aching lap. One soft caress on your side, his digits grabbed around your torso, opening the clasp of your bra, sliding it down slowly. Even though you couldn't behold his gaze on you, you felt it. Piercing your soul in the dark, black eyes half closed and greedy to fill you with what he got. The cloth landed on the ground to your feet with a dull noise, your breasts freed and directly shown to the beautiful man in front of you. Next you could feel his warm skin on your mounds, pinching and tugging at the soft flesh and rose buds.

Mewling you let your head fall back against the wall behind you, your own hands shooting forward to touch the skin of his own chest down to the soft flesh of his stomach where they lingered for several seconds. Gradually tracing back up you concentrated to smoothly peal him out of his dark shirt, gliding it down his arms, taking his fingers off of your nipples to let it fall to the ground next to your bra.

“I need you”, you whined whereas his fingertips stroked over your breasts down, a light path to your own stomach, grabbing your skin. “P-please.”

“Here?”

You shook your head, remembering that it must be unseen in the dark. “No.”

No words needed Yoongi pulled you close, his tongue latching at your neck before he inhaled deeply, a sound resembling a rattlesnake heard out of his throat before he took your hand in his again, walking further down the black corridor to the end. A wooden door opened, the smell of his familiar fragrance intoxicating the room Yoongi pulled you in. His bedroom. Still standing in the darkness you let the newly discovered stimuli get to your head, your nostrils blown while taking in the smell you new on your boss and sugar daddy. It drove you crazy, your panties feeling tight at the scent alone. It was everything you needed to take off your last piece of clothes, throwing it in the corridor you came from, standing completely naked next to the man who you wanted to fill you up.

“So eager, babygirl?”, his voice mocked you, showing signs of arousal and scorn. But you knew he loved your bold way of showing him that you were his, naked, ready and eager to be fucked by him. That's what he wanted from you, to be willing to do it whenever he wanted it, and you were totally comfortable with that as you also craved his body for your own pleasure, the negative, stinging thoughts wholly shoved to the back of your head.

“I want you, Yoongi”, you said, your hands wandering down to your wet folds, stroking a long and hard way over your clit. Of course your move was seen, his unfathomable oculars following your through the dark.

Then Yoongi walked a few steps back to the door, leaning it into the frame before a soft, yellow light illuminated the room. Now you were able to witness what was laying around you, but right now you didn't care as all you could concentrate on was the half naked man behind you, your view gazing over your shoulder. His grey hair was messier than before, his fingers running through it, his torso bare and jeans already open. Your racing heart pounded in your chest while you couldn't force yourself to look away from Min Yoongi who watched you as intensely. He then let his gaze fly over your naked figure, taking in your curves ere a lopsided, smug smirk painted his face.

“Turn around, babygirl”, it was a rather soft command, but you didn't give it a second thought, doing a 180 to face the voice. Thanks to the bit light that surrounded you by now you could see the expression on his face for a split second before the typical mask covered whatever he might feel. But there it was. Awe. You weren't quite confident that it was because of your body or the view you gifted him with, but  this emotion was sufficient to take a step towards him, taking his hands and putting them down on your hips.

“I'm all yours”, you whispered, leaning forward to press your lips on his collarbones, peppering a wet trail up to his neck, careful not to mark his skin and be punished tonight. You wanted to enjoy it, feeling him as a man not as the boss and cruel person he claimed to be and who paid you for what you were supposed to do.

Yoongi didn't move an inch as your tongue roamed around on his sensitive, warm neck, kissing your way up to his jawline to grant it with a lot more attention, closely, dangerously near his lips, but he didn't back away, his nails digging into your hips as long as you were allowed to kiss his skin. You knew that he coped with it only to make up for what he had done with Miss Wen, but that was okay. Still not saying a word your mouth parted on his neck, nibbling softly while his hands freed themselves to stroke down to your ass, giving it a hard squeeze, making you moan into his skin.

“You know that I need to punish you next time for what you're doing right now? You won't be able to stand anymore and I give you the advice to take another week off”, Yoongi grinned down on you, his eyes warning you and inviting you at the same time.

Nodding, smiling at him cheekily you continued your path down to his chest, licking a stripe over his nipple, playing with it for a while ere your fingers went down to his jeans, pressing down on the bulge that had formed in the front of his pants. He felt so hard, twitching as you first touched it, eager to be freed, sucked on.

“Not today, babygirl”, was all Yoongi said before he let go of you, taking your hands off of his jeans to turn you around, pressing your back against his heaving chest. This way you could feel the steady, fast heartbeat of the man behind you, surprising you with such a staccato. Then you could see how his hands shot up from behind, touching your stomach, tracing it softly down to your aching core. “Tonight is about you.” With his leg he opened your own, shoving them apart to get access with his warm digits. At first he only rubbed over your clit, his index finger circling over your bundle of nerves to stimulate you further, turn you on even though you were already wet and willing, but he didn't stop there. His free hand on your breast he started to massage it, tugging at your nipple while the other still stroked over your heat, further down to your drenched folds.

“What's this? You're already wet? What a good, little slut you are for me, babygirl”, he hummed complacent with what he felt, slick juices coating the tip of his fingers. “And so warm. I can't wait to feel you.”

Gulping you nodded, your head leaning against Yoongi's chest and shoulder. “Fill me, Yoongi. I can't wait anymore..” Your voice broke at the end as Yoongi pushed his fingers inside you, curling right away to get you by surprise. And he succeeded. Loud moans fell from your lips, a tightness starting to form in the pit of your stomach while you squirmed in his arms. He moved them inside you, pulling out to shove them back in until his fingers where completely coated in your arousal. At some point he began to mercilessly thrust them into you, your legs wobbling at the sensation they caused, your voice echoing from the walls, loud and whining. “Don't stop..p-please”, you cried out as he moved his fingers in scissoring motion, touching the right spot that could snap the coin with a little help of friction on your clit that you wanted to provide with your own hand, but which was smacked away from Yoongi's free one.

“Don't you dare”, he growled close to your ear before he leaned down to take your earlobe between his teeth, grazing it a few times. Although it wasn't what you liked you felt how tight you got from his action, his fingers still shoving in and out of your pussy. Slick, lewd sounds now filling his bedroom whereas Yoongi's lips latched on the skin of your neck, leaving a wet, passionate kiss where his lips met your skin. It felt utterly amazing, your legs cramping, core heated. He wanted to get you, and he was close to succeed with his plan, but the moment his digits hit your sweetest spot, pushing you almost over the edge with a gasp and a moan in the form of his name, he stopped, pulling his drenched fingers out of your folds, wiping your remains on your stomach before his hands both groped your breasts, his cock pressing against your bare ass.

“Wanna come, babygirl?”, he asked, his voice a husky whiff. “ Just tell me what you want.”

Wide eyes met his over your shoulder as he let his chin lay casually on your shoulder, his lips pink and wet while he tilted his head to the side, meeting your shocked gaze.

“Don't you want to be in charge? At least in saying me what I could maybe do?”

“I-”, you stopped yourself, biting on your lower lip before you swallowed the excitement down, your legs violently pressed together. “Do what you want to me tonight..”

“Whatever I want?”, he scoffed, smugly smirking at you with cocked up brows. “That's all? What an easy woman.”

You shrugged your shoulder, avoiding your gaze. “But that's what I'm here for.”

Yoongi didn't respond, but you could feel the stiffness seeking into his bones as he turned you around, his eyes laying on your face. Then you were pushed back, stumbling over your own feet. “Lay down. Now”, his voice was suddenly back to its usual harsh, commanding tone, no emotions in it and not a sign of the rare gentleness that laced it a moment ago, playing with you. Instead you may have hit a spot that made him seemingly angry, but didn't know what.

The back of your knees met the cold wood of the huge bed behind you, your body falling down on the soft, sweetly smelling sheets. Your hair was brushed in your face, but as you tried to free your face from it you were forced to look up, a veiny hand pulling your chin up.

“Whatever I want..that's what you're here for, right?”

You nodded, a reluctant gesture, not sure if that is what he wanted to hear from you. “R-right.”

Scoffing he hit your cheek lightly, hard enough for your hair to be brushed out of it. With gritted teeth the grey haired man hovered over you, his eyes laced with anger. “I am the one who pays for you, so you don't need an opinion of your own? No need to be your own human and say what you really want me to do?”

It wasn't part of the game. Not after he moved your body up on the many pillows over your head at the end of his bed where you fell down on, his entire weight on top of you. Yoongi's view was dark, sadness and regret showing. Whatever caused the change in atmosphere so suddenly, you wanted it to change back.

“I-I told you what I want from you, but it was rejected and..I..”, your voice was so quiet, weak that you had to cough slightly. “Why should I ask for more then?”

There was something in his stare that told you how wrong you were, but instead of answering his hands landed next to your head, his gaze piercing yours with a roll of his tongue against his cheek. “That's all you want, y/n?”

Y/n. What was going on? Why the change in name as well? You felt anxious at his words, the tightness of your core wandering up, clenching your heart tightly.

“Answer me”, Yoongi's voice was threatening, way too calm and quiet. You knew him as much to know that it was the sign for you that he was most certainly pissed off. Or turned on, but that wasn't the case.

You needed a second, but then nodded with wide eyes, darting down to his parted lips, back up to his dark, angry eyes. “That's a-all.”

As fast as he was over you did he straighten himself into a sitting position, straddling your legs. One hand on your waist, digging deep, one covering his eyes. “Why..You drive me crazy, woman”, it was a stretched groan followed by a deep, unamused chuckle. His words more to himself than to you.

Confused by his behaviour you blinked, your hands finding his thighs as to why his left hand fell back to his side. Now all you could witness in his brown orbs was lust and a waver of emotions that he controlled in the blink of an eye. “I understood your words back down in the kitchen. So, it's okay as it is.”

“Can you shut up?”, his voice wasn't harsh or bold, it was a whisper, a needy one that showed how hard it was to stay composed right now.

Biting your lip you nodded, your body trembling in fear and the remaining arousal from his merciless fingers a couple of minutes ago. Then Yoongi's hand that fell to his side was caressing a way from your waist, over your mounds further up to your neck. It lay flat on your throat, softly wrapping around it, a light squeeze followed wherefore your core began to burn again. But it was gone faster than you wished for, his finger gazing over your jaw, feathery tracing the shape of your lips, his thumb pulling your bottom lip down the second time this night. Anticipation built in your body and mind while you watched him out of wide eyes, his own following the digits which stroked gently over your parted lips.

“You're asking too much from me”, another faint whisper reaching your ears, desperate, needy.

“I won't ask anything anymore, Yoongi”, you answered him, but he seemed not to hear you, his stare still down on your wet mouth, his thumb wetting it with your own saliva.

The moment his big hand cupped your face he leaned down, his face stopping only a centimetre away from yours, your nose slightly touching his. If you wouldn't know that he would never kiss you, you may have fainted from the closeness, but instead you just smiled shyly at him, your arms wrapped casually around his waist, feeling the heat resonating from his body.

His eyes met yours, an eternity passing. “Keep them closed”, was all he said before you obeyed, your heart and mind repressing the feeling of heated anticipation of a kiss, ready to accept whatever he had planned to do next.

You heard him swallowing hard before a warmth spread inside your body, your eyes wanting to shot open, your fingers cramping, digging into his smooth flesh. Nothing you ever felt could compare to the feeling of falling into another dimension, of being sucked into someone's presence as the kiss you received from the man who denied your request, who explained that he wouldn't kiss you despite your desperate tries and your heartfelt question down the stairs in his kitchen.

His lips were wet, so warm that they might count as heated, tasting like wine as well as the manly scent that illuminated him normally, mixed with a sweetness whose source your couldn't fathom. Slowly, tenderly he moved his parted lips on yours, one hand cupping your face gently while the other dug deep into your waist, hiding the frantic shake of it. Yoongi's tongue traced over your bottom lip, tasting you before pushing into your mouth, past your lips without asking for entrance, which wasn't necessary anyway. His wet muscle found your own, stroking it experienced, playing with it with the time of the world, no rush, no hunger. Only the sensation and passion that was enough to make you squirm, mewls that wanted to be freed muffled by his lips while exchanging a heated kiss.

Yoongi then parted from you with a 'pop', your eyes still closed, not daring to open them without a command from the man who made your heart almost jump out of your chest. A silent moment later you felt his lips on yours again, more passionate this time, moving faster, harder on yours. Kinda pressing down without hurting you, but hard enough to suffocate from his lips, no air to breathe. But who needed to breathe if all you needed was kissing the man you developed forbidden feelings for? Tasting him, feeling the softness of his mouth on yours, exchanging a lustful wave of kisses that weren't allowed to be shared?

The time stood still while you two lost yourselves into the kiss, his hands wandering over your body, yours now grabbing his hair, pulling at the strands whereas your hips thrust up to rub over his bulge. Moans were muffled, his grunts lost inside your mouth whilst his tongue discovered your wet cave.

Never have you expected him to give you what you asked for, kissing you out of his own way. Maybe it was all just because you had asked him previously and he wanted to make up for what he did, but it was worth both ways.

After a while his hands were down your stomach, sneaking their way between your legs to stroke over your clit, rubbing it in circles wherefore you began to pant, his lips slowly parting to look into your face. His cheeks were flushed, ears red and lips swollen while you opened your eyes the first time after what felt like hours. Your own face was a shade darker, your lower lip pulled between your teeth.

“Don't ever say that you're just with me because I want you to be here. Be here because you want it, too”, Yoongi whispered, his chest heaving as he throw his legs over your body down the bed. He freed himself from his jeans before hovering over you again. “And don't forget. Only tonight..”

“Y-yes”, your voice betrayed you, telling him how excited, happy and turned on you were from the kissing. How he turned your insides upside down, how he made your head spin. But you didn't care, the moment way too beautiful to feel shame for what you were feeling.

His cock was only covered by his tight, white boxers, pressing down on your spread legs, circling over your core with his hips. “Now tell me what you want.”

Smiling up to him you were confident to ask him to kiss you again, and so he did. Yoongi didn't even hesitate to lean down and brush his lips against yours, licking a stripe over your lips before taking your bottom lip between his teeth, nibbling at it. Moans left your parted lips at his action, filling the air around you until he silenced them with his lips again.

“Y-Yoongi?”, you asked weakly, pushing him off of you. “I can't wait any longer..” You looked between your bodies down to where your cores met, gulping loudly, but ere you could ask anything else you were flipped around, his body pressed against yours from behind.

“I'll take the lead now, babygirl”, he growled into your ear, biting down on your neck. “I've planned something new for tonight”, you could hear the smirk on his lips while his hands wandered down your back, laying flat on your ass. Like he usually did he smacked your wobbling flesh, massaging it before another harder smack followed the other until you had to grab the sheets, crying into the mattress below you. You loved the way he treated you, his kisses giving you highs, but if he started to be rougher then it was your time to shine.

“Ass up, babygirl”, Yoongi slid down your body, his lips brushing over the skin he passed, over your back, leaving a wet trail all over your skin until he was positioned between your legs right in front of your bare heat. You obeyed after he found a way to sit comfortably on his knees, his fingers stroking over your ass, hitting it with the back of his hand as to why your ass perked up. “You love to be hit, don't you?”

Humming you tried to spread your legs with your ass up, but Yoongi's hands gripped on your ankles to shove them back together. You protested, but a loud and harsh hit stopped you, your back aching at the stinging pain. “Answer me, babygirl”, despite the petname was his voice commanding, harshly demanding you to speak up, responding to his questions.

“I l-love it if you hit me. Hard”, you moaned, a muffled noise by the sudden sensation of another merciless sting caused by the back of his hand. You bet that the spot was bright red, maybe had the outline of his hand, but it was all you needed. It turned you on, and after he finally did what you desperately wished for, you didn't care how hard and violent the treatment turned out to be, you were high from his lips, ready to take everything he offered and wanted from you that night.

“That's what I want to hear”, Yoongi caressed the spot he violated only to give it a lot lighter blow of his hand. Biting your inner cheeks you repressed the loud cry that dared to build in your throat.

“Touch me..I can't handle it anymore”, you whined, wanting to feel anything. “Yoongi..”

Another guttural, carnal sound echoed from the walls, a heavy reaction of the man who was in charge hearing his name moaned from your weak voice, needy and craving.

“Touch you? How?”

You threw him an impatient glance over your shoulder, telling him he shouldn't tease with your eyes as to why Yoongi chuckled, crossing his arms in front of his bare chest. “I don't care what you use, but do me!”

“What a lewd way of telling me to fill you, babygirl. With what? My fingers?”, he chuckled again, his warm fingertips slowly darting over your folds, immediately soaked by your arousal. “Fuck, babygirl, what's this?”

His hand shot over your shoulder, showing your how damn wet his finger glistered in the dimmed light of his bedroom. Grinning you stuck out your tongue to lick over his fingertips, the man behind you roaring at your action. Without warning he shoved them into your mouth with the words: “Wanna lick them clean or why do you use your tongue?”

Shaking your head you hollowed out your cheeks, turning the guy behind you on more than you intended in the first place. He grabbed your hair, pulling it hence your head was turned upwards, his fingers out your mouth he slapped your cheek. His cock was pressed down on your ass while he leaned forward to wrap his hand around your throat.

“Stop that, babygirl. I wanna pleasure you, but you make it difficult to do that properly”, his voice sounded raspy as it quietly said those words, his hands loosening to get back to his previous position in front of your ass. “Where were we? Ah, yes, I asked you how you want to be touched. I guess my fingers weren't worth an answer”, he shook his head, your own down on the mattress again, moaning at his words. “What about my dick, hm? Sounds good, don't you think?”

You immediately agreed, a stretched sound of a 'yes' as he pulled out his cock to let it slide over your folds up to your sensitive rose. You whimpered, trying to crawl further up, but his hands grabbed your hips to pull them back, a lot harsher than it ought to.

“What was that? You make your daddy quite angry here, babygirl”, Yoongi growled again, his hands holding you in a bruising manner. Then he parted from your core, his cock back at its place whilst a hand that groped your hip did what you never expected. He slapped your folds hardly, the pressure you felt from his little torture slowly springing free. “What a nasty sound. Let's hear it again”, he hummed as his hand reached down again, slick and loud from the heaviness of his hit on your pussy. Whining you arched your back, your head falling back with a deafening mewl. How could something like this turn you on so fucking much?

“D-do it again”, your voice was a whiff, weak wherefore Yoongi only scoffed, telling you to better say it properly. “Hit me, Yoongi. Slap my pussy again.”

“That's my girl”, he declared proudly, taking in the view of your overflowing, pink heat before his fingers slapped over it again.

Panting you felt how sweat formed on your body, your hair sticking to your face. Your eyes were closed, concentrating not to jump up to ride him immediately.

“Unfortunately all my toys are downstairs, so last option”, Yoongi's husky words let your hair stand straight, the thought alone made your pussy contradict around nothing. At first you felt his breath on your heat, blowing a gust of warm air on your drenched folds, then his pink, hearty lips on your ass where they left a trail of hot, wet kisses down to where you needed them the most. His tongue darted out, licking a slow stripe over your pink lips, tasting you, taking in the fluids that dared to run down your leg. You couldn't deny that this was the second most arousing action he had ever gifted you with, his hot muscle doing wonders as it dug into you. In a rather slow pace he started to push it through your folds, deeper inside you until his nose met the curve over your heat.

“F-fuck..”, you cried aloud, followed by a shiver running down your spine.

Slurping sounds answered you as Yoongi's tongue slid in and out, his lips kissing yours. He used a finger to rub over your clit, the ultimate sensation you needed to come if he let you. With a lot more pressure he started to circle around your bundle of nerves, showing you his tongue technology at the same time. It didn't take you long to tighten around his wet muscle, your hands frantically holding onto the sheets as you felt your orgasm approach. Thanks to his previous touches you came fast and hard, his tongue buried inside you as you cried out his name, his fingers pressing as hard as they could on your clit, chasing the high with you.

“You came so hard”, Yoongi's face was coated in your climax, your juices spilling from his lips as he separated his face from your shaking body, your pussy wet and hot from your orgasm. “Look what you've done to me.”

Trembling you tried to look over your shoulder, the view he granted you with arousing you a second time. Yoongi's lips were swollen, a glistering, slick liquid spilling from his lips down his chin while his boxers showed a streak of precum that formed at the angry tip of his cock, pulsating behind the white fabric of his boxers. His hair was a mess and skin flushed wherefore you tried to stand up to turn around. Shaking from your high you finally did it, grabbing his shoulders to pull him down over you.

“Fuck me”, you moaned as loud as you could, your legs wrapping around his hips to feel his still dressed, throbbing cock on your heat.

“Say it again”, was all he said, pulling the soaked boxers from his cock that sprung free, throwing it down next to his bed, laying on your heat to rub over your clit and folds.

You smirked up at him, licking your lips suggestively. “Min Yoongi, fuck me. Now.”

The rattlesnake in his chest was back as he leaned down to press his juicy lips on yours so you could taste yourself on them, licking over his lips several times to take in all of your orgasm's remains. As you did Yoongi positioned himself right before your entrance, pushing his cock into you without warning. He slid right in, your high perfect lubrication for the both of you wherefore he didn't even need to wait to thrust into you in a fast, hard pace. Overstimulation from the friction which was provided by his continuously fast thrusts drove you crazy, your head thrown from side to side, back arched while Yoongi's hisses took overhand over your own loud cries.

“Fuck, god damn, babygirl”, he grunted, his face contoured in pleasure, brows furrowed causing a small indentation to appear between his eyes which roamed over your bouncing breasts down where his cock was buried between your thighs. “I can't hold b-back.”

Gasping he sped up, his hips hitting you harder by the second ere his thrusts got uncontrolled, sloppy circling into you. His hands grabbed your breasts, squeezing them tightly before he thrust into you one last time, a feral groan echoing through the apartment. Yoongi remained deep inside your folds as his seeds shot through you, coating your shaking walls with his sticky semen. You were surprised that he leaned further down, his lips meeting yours, muffling his..moans. Wrapping your arms around his neck to stroke over his scalp you deepened the kiss, moving your lips on his through the time his climax shook him. Tensing his muscles he parted from your mouth, peppering one last kiss on them before he collapsed onto your body, sweat mixing into yours. The sex was intense tonight, not as rough as it used to be, caused by his guilty conscience and the urge to make you feel comfortable around him again. And it worked way too well for your liking, the strange pounding of your heart keeping you alert.

Yoongi and you stayed in this position longer than necessary, but no one dared to move first, his cock still between your folds, soft by the time your boss and sugar daddy straightened himself, pulling out of you to fall onto the mattress beside you. His body was tinged in sweat, bangs sticking to his forehead and eyes half closed. He had a blissful expression on his features, his lips pursed into a faint smile.

You on the other side chewed on your bottom rim, lost in thoughts while drawing circles on the man's chest. What happened tonight was too much to think about for you, your mind clouded with pictures of Yoongi's perfectly shaped lips on your own, his tongue in your mouth.. There wasn't a thing that could destroy the memory of it, not even the tiny voice that shouted at you from a distance. You're doomed, y/n. That feeling is called-

“You can take a shower in the bathroom right next to the bedroom”, Yoongi's voice interrupted the voice in your head that currently wanted to spill the details about your feelings for the man next to you who faintly grinned at you. “Take this.”

He handed you a t-shirt that he snatched from a chair beside his bed, nodding as you questioningly looked at him. You should wear his shirt? For real? Shyly you took it to throw over your head, searching for your thong.

“You can sleep here if you want”, another unbelievable sentence fell from his lips, letting your jaw drop. You were allowed to stay over? Sleep in the master's bed while he's around? This night was full of surprises!

Nodding you walked out of the room hastily, running from the man in the bed with red ears and an extremely loud heartbeat.

Yoongi stared at your back, your ass barely covered by the big shirt he lent you as you rushed out of his bedroom with blushing cheeks. A low chuckle escaped him, his thoughts turning back and forth before they landed on you, as always. Whatever you did with your foul mouth, your perfect curves and those sweet smiles, he obeyed you like a puppy although you might not fathom it. You were all he wished for, had ever wished for and now he couldn't have you. Of course, your body was his, but there was more in your eyes when you met his gaze. A sparkle, tenderness and hunger which resulted in a feeling he couldn't answer. Not after tonight.

Sighing his head fell back on the mattress below him, his hands rubbing over his burning face in a nervous, frustrated manner. What had he done. It was wrong, so so wrong, but felt too good. Your warm lips, tasting the sweetest that had ever laid on his tongue..both your pretty mouth and your leaking pussy had him almost coming without being touched..But why had he done it? Because of your pleading? As if. Because his heart beat uneven when you were around? Of course not, never. The tiny bubbles popping down his stomach? Fuck no. Because of the way you degraded yourself in front of him? Telling him you were nothing more than a piece of meat he could have his fun with? Exactly..right?

“Fuck!”

His mind was a mess as Yoongi wriggled himself out of bed to grab his laptop, the black frame of his glasses put on his perfectly shaped nose. He couldn't risk letting you go anymore, at least not as long as the agreement connected you two physically, because he knew if any other man would see how wonderful your body was you would be gone. Yoongi couldn't give you what you wanted, he knew it, but he wouldn't let you go without a fight wherefore his fingers flew over the keyboard, looking for an apartment close to the main house Jimin and he would move in in the next weeks. But it was useless, the rents of the flats around way too expensive for you to pay with your low wage. Cursing he scrolled through several websites, but there was nothing that suited you and furthermore his own taste.

There was only one way to keep you close and his dick buried in your hot, slick folds. You had to move in. Not because of a single spark of a feeling he desperately tried to repress, most definitely not. Right? White roses, no red ones!

Determined to offer you to move in with the condition of a temporary solution for his sexual needs which would suffer from the upcoming meetings, the trips abroad and late night sessions on his desk inside the company for a long time. Chewing on his pink, still coated bottom lip Yoongi's digits worked hastily to write an e-mail to Mr. Kim who would initiate your change of house from tomorrow onwards. He couldn't even end the mail as your small figure danced light-footed back to his side, your warm smile the cause of the knot forming in his throat.

After coming back you found Yoongi sitting naked on his bed, the typical metal case in his lap, typing with skilful fingers into the keyboard. At the groaning sound falling from your lips he looked up, his black glasses sliding down his nose. The familiar mocking glance laying on your body while his brows cocked up, disinterest lacing his brown orbs.

“What?”

“Work again?”

He shrugged his bare shoulders, adjusting the frame while shutting down the laptop. “To be honest, no it wasn't work.”

Shaking your messy head you giggled, climbing back to the man's side where you snuggled up close to his body. Your hand traced over his stomach up to his chest with a faint, comfortable smile turning your edges up. He felt as soft and warm, the way you left him to take a shower. It was astonishing to lay next to the man you admired, his flawless skin smooth under your touch as your cheek met his chest. Tonight you wouldn't miss out on anything, if he hated it or not.

“Y/n?”, suddenly his voice filled the silence, nervous and loud, disturbing your daydream.

You tilted your head whereas sitting up, curious what caused the changed in tone. With gentle fingers you circled his chest again, looking him in his pretty, pale face to see that he chewed on his lower lip, turning a shade darker.

“I won't be having much time for you the next months. My company has a lot in progress, a big fish hooked”, he sounded monotone, not even looking at you. A very long silence followed where Yoongi stared into a distance you couldn't see, but you waited for what he wanted to tell you, smiling up at him with fearful excitement. The words forming on your favourite lips shook you, your eyes getting wider.

“Move in.”

Thirst woke you that night, your body pressed down by a heavy weight on your waist holding you where you were. With delicate fingers you lifted the pale arm off of your skin, Yoongi's skin burning on yours after another heated round of rough sex.

Tiptoeing you silently walked down the dark corridor, your body covered by his shirt while your mind was still wide awake after what he had offered you a couple of hours ago.

Min Yoongi had seriously asked you to move in with him, paying your rent for you as long as you stayed with him. Surely it was only to give him his toy's body when he felt stressed, frustrated or wanted to fuck, but the question itself made you beam. You would really move into his house (well, with his annoying brother, but anyway). Biting furiously on your inner cheek you repressed a joyful cry while dancing through the darkness towards the kitchen whereas you found the lost parts of your clothes, not caring to pick them up at all. Humming a sweet melody you opened the fridge, rummaging until you found what you were looking for, deliciously sipping on the bitter juice with swinging hips, the melody in your head your rhythm.

No man spun your head like Yoongi did, his kisses, his touches and now his offer..what a perfect night! The thoughts of him 'cheating' long forgotten, replaced by the sweetness of a feeling you weren't allowed to show, ever.

With a loud 'pop' you let the package drop back to its place, almost closing the fridge as hands grabbed your waist from behind, pulling you close with a certain roughness you were used to, the spots where his fingers dug into your skin already bruised as to why you yelped. He sensed your pain, soothing it with soft strokes, Yoongi's hand feeling different while you leaned your head against his naked shoulder, still humming the melody roaming your mind. Yoongi didn't say a word as his one hand slid down to your ass, smacking the still aching spots he had violated in the second round of the night before his other arm wrapped around your waist, keeping you pressed against his core where you met his erect cock, rubbing your bare flesh against it.

“Don't you think that's kinda cheating?”

Freezing you looked down where the arm surrounded your upper body, the tiny light of the fridge providing the only light in the kitchen tinging the skin in a way darker color than it actually was. You should've recognized him immediately, too high from Yoongi's words who still lay deep asleep upstairs, curled up on his side, blind to the far more muscular body leaning into yours, the rings covered fingers cold on your ass. And the scent. Damn, why didn't you pay attention from the beginning?

“Let me the fuck go, you pervert!”, your voice was a sharp whisper, cutting the sexual air in one go.

A deep chuckle resonating from behind you the arm and hand were gone as to why you pulled down your shirt, closing the fridge and turning furiously mad around to face a mischievous grinning Jimin. “Dress properly, god damn.”

Your hand covered your eyes hastily, Jimin's low laughter filling the room. He was naked, from top to toe, his prominent dick straight pointing at you. How could you recognize him as Yoongi if he was everything but the man you have fallen for?

“Who is standing in front of me, swinging her hips in nothing but a shirt? You're not even wearing panties, y/n”, Jimin crossed his arms, leaning against the kitchen's island with spread legs. “As if Miss Innocent never saw a naked man.”

Gritting your teeth you let the hand drop, trying to sneak past your lover's brother, but his hand enclosed around your upper arm, his eyes lingering on your body. Confusion and ultimate embarrassment traced your features, your hands holding your shirt at its place.

“What now?”, you sounded annoyed, the awkwardness you felt vanishing as Jimin's eyes crinkled from brightly smiling at you.

“I just want to have a talk with you”, he shrugged his naked, toned shoulders, his smile not leaving his plump lips as he let go of your arm.

“Sure, like this, right? Grabbing my fucking ass? You must be kidding”, you furrowed your brows, shaking your head. “Try again next time.”

“Tomorrow after breakfast.”

“What?”, annoyed you turned around again. Even now Jimin didn't even try to hide what he carried, his arms casually spread on the island. Sighing you swore you wouldn't be stopped again as you rushed out of the kitchen, leaving Yoongi's cheeky little brother behind, but despite your recently made promise your limbs got paralysed.

“Ana almost caught you fucking my brother”, Jimin chirped, your body halfway down the black corridor. Tardy footsteps followed his words as if he knew that they got you. “Y/n, you move your hips so damn well.. and those cute mewls”, he chuckled, his bare, toned body beside yours, leaning down to place his chin on your shoulder, his plump, pink lips nearly touching your ear. “Better be grateful that I closed the door before she could see, but your moans were too loud, y/n. Ana almost couldn't concentrate..and neither could I. How can someone like you be that hot? And your ass”, he hummed, his cock giving off a slick sound as his hand began to stroke it. “Run, y/n.”

You wouldn't be told twice as you took your legs into your hands and ran down the hall towards the stairs, Jimin's heat following you a lot slower. Back inside Yoongi's bedroom you felt safe, hearing footsteps walking casually down the floor, a deep chuckle and then a door falling into its lock.

Heavily breathing you climbed back into the bed next to the man who you thought was behind you down in the kitchen, feeling shame to be touched by his brother's hands. The tingling feeling and wetness between your legs ignoring, although you were seemingly turned on from someone who wasn't the man who should be the only one able to do it.

“Y-y/n?”, a groggy, raspy voice whispered your name, a hand caressing your thigh. “Everything's fine?”

“Huh?”, you asked perplexed, laying down beside Yoongi, taking his hand to place it on your stomach. “Y-yeah, all fine..”

Grunting Yoongi let his head fall back on his pillow, his messy hair standing in all direction while his warm fingers stroked small circles on your belly, a lovely, soft action you've never expected from your boss and lead it back to his drowsiness.

Even as you tried to shake off the images from before, you couldn't let them go. Jimin's abs, his tanned body in general gifted by the gods..and his cock. Fuck, whenever you closed your eyes you saw it behind your lids, heard his low, husky voice close to your ear. Goosebumps formed on your arms thinking about it, a reaction only the man beside you could elicit.

And you should move in with them? How would you survive with your sugar daddy constantly fucking you senseless and his brother mocking you, playing with your sensitive nerves? There was only one way to get your mind off of Jimin's impenetrable charms.

“Yoongi?”, you sneakily kissed a path from his jaw down his neck towards his chest, leaving wet marks on the way until you reached your destination.

Jimin sat on his bed a long time, the woman in his bed snoring like hell wherefore he hadn't a choice but to listen to your voice. His cock still erect he silently bumped it, biting his pink lower lip not to make a sound. Damn..

After coming in he was sure his brother and you would still be talking, or at least quietly fucking in his room like Yoongi used to, the girls mostly shy and reluctant with him, but what he witnessed wasn't what he expected as he invited the woman he had a date with over to fuck. Slowly they went up the stairs, Ana's hands already eagerly unbuttoning her complicated dress. Jimin was proud to take a woman home after a long time, his dick twitching from thinking about a heated night, but then he heard it. Low grunts, the lewd sound of someone's hand smacking on another ones skin and those utterly sweet, feminine mewls from a woman's lips whose voice he recognized as yours. A rather loud growl escaped him, the woman next to him thinking it was because of her, which was most certainly not the case. He then told her to stay where she stood, waiting for him to come back to the place on the stairs as he rushed down the hall, the door to his brother's private room opened a larger crack.

You sat on Yoongi's lap, your ass perked up high while riding him with experienced hips. Your ass was round, curves perfectly shaped while you moved them in a circling motion, your moans echoing through the entire apartment. Jimin had to gulp, his cock feeling too damn tight under his dark pants, his hand stroking over the dressed, pulsating bulge while peeping on your body. Fuck what a lucky bastard his brother was to have his own little slut riding him how he wanted. As Yoongi's pale, large hand grabbed your ass, hitting an already beaming red spot he knew that Jimin should close the door before exploding.

“Your brother is able to fuck someone?”, the woman behind him giggled, but Jimin wasn't like joking.

“He fucking is..damn”, was all he announced, furiously turning around to pull Ana with him.

Now he sat on the edge of his bed like a little boy, listening to a second or third round of you two, your fucking loud cries driving him over the edge, his cum spilling over his chest, spurts flowing down his fingers. Exhaling extremely loud he saw what he had done. Jerking off to his brother's toy's moans, picturing himself in Yoongi's position he was disgusted with himself, wiping his sticky release on the woman's leg next to him who just snorted.

Damn, why was his brother always getting the good things in life? Jimin wasn't wicked or greedy to get what his brother possessed, but right now his mind was occupied by you. Yoongi always got his hands on the good stuff while he was removed from everybody's sight and forced to stay abroad for years hence he tried to follow his brother's way of living. Ah, yes, he loved his older sibling, but there were times where Jimin just wanted to live on his heart's content. And this time started now.

Your cheeky foul mouth making him grin, your body obviously arousing him to the point he got himself off while another woman could do this task easily, a mean, unforgivable thought shoved itself in the front of his mind.

He wanted you, no matter how high the price.

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WATCH ME BABYGIRL [pt. 14]

Summary: Jungkook is your brother’s annoying best friend. You can’t stand him but he just can’t resist teasing you. How far will he actually go?

Warnings: language

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You were practically a zombie as you stumbled to your locker and put in the combination incorrectly four times before finally putting in the correct combination and opening it. You’d been getting home even later from dance practice and then you’d had to stay up even later to finish the insane workload teachers were giving you. You almost regretted agreeing to do the dance with Hoseok. Almost. The thing was, you could tell you were improving when it came to dance. Moves came more naturally to you and you were building up muscle. Your butt? Amazing. Your thighs? Even better. Plus, you were getting to spend a lot more time with your best friend and other people you wouldn’t have normally even thought about striking up a conversation with.

However, a thought had been nagging you. Something Taehyung had told you about. Was Hoseok really more friendly towards you? He was naturally flirty, that much you could tell, and maybe he was nicer to you just because you were the only girl on the team. Still… maybe he was a little too nice to you.

You shook your head. Why on Earth were you getting annoyed that somebody was being nice to you?

Closing your locker, you looked down and realized you hadn’t even grabbed the right textbooks. Sighing deeply, you opened your locker again to grab the correct books when you a hand slammed down on the locker beside you. You jumped, nearly dropping your binder. Looking towards the culprit, you narrowed your eyes in annoyance.

“What the hell Jungkook?” you hissed, willing your heartbeat to slow down.

Jungkook simply cocked an eyebrow and smirked before leaning in to place a kiss on your forehead.

“I haven’t seen you in like forever. What have you been doing?” he asked, twisting around to lean his back against the locker.

“Don’t be so dramatic you saw me two days ago when you a came over to my house and completely IGNORED me to play video games with my brother,” you said, gathering the books you needed and slamming your locker closed.

Jungkook looked sheepish, his smirk turning into a shy grin.

“Ahh… yeah,” he said quietly. “But you haven’t been home that often. Jimin always says you and Taehyung are still here and that he doesn’t drive the two of you home anymore.”

You shrugged your shoulders.

“Taehyung and I are part of the dance team remember? We have practice, like, everyday.”

Jungkook rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, you have practice literally every single day but Taehyung doesn’t,” he replied curtly, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Well, Taehyung doesn’t have an extra dance to work on,” you huffed, readjusting the books in your hands.

Jungkook’s eyebrows shot up and he looked genuinely curious.

“You’re doing another dance? Is it solo? Is it sexy?”

“Yeah, it’s a duet. It’s kind of sexy I guess,” you replied slowly.

“But… you’re the only girl on the team? How is it a sexy duet?” Jungkook asked, his lips curving down into a frown.

“OH MY GOD Jungkook. The dance captain and I are doing a duet to gain extra points. He’s the best dancer and I’m the only girl,” you said, suddenly hoping the conversation would be over quickly.

“Why are you doing a dance with him?” Jungkook asked, sounding more than pissed off.

“Why do you even care?” you retorted, half rolling your eyes. “It’s not like you ever go to any of our practice competitions.”

Jungkook opened and closed his mouth like a fish out of water, his eyes even bugging slightly as he tried to find a viable excuse.

“I’ve had other things to do…” he finally mumbled, avoiding eye contact.

You narrowed your eyes. If Jungkook was going to be vague then so were you. You began walking towards your first class, Jungkook trailing closely behind you stuttering out half sentences. You weren’t in the mood. You were fine with him having “other things to do” but what you weren’t fine with was him not even bothering to show up to one performance. You’d gone to his games, couldn’t he at least pretend to care about your interest and see you dance just once? You were so frustrated by him that you weren’t sure if you wanted to scream or cry… or do both at the same time.

You reached your first class, Jungkook still close behind you, but before you could pass over the threshold he grasped your arm and pulled your gently back towards him. Tugging you out of the doorway, he held onto your shoulders, his eyes staring directly into yours.

“Can I come see a dance practice? Please babe? I can’t make it to any performances so can I atleast come see a practice?” he asked, sounding sincere.

You were still cold towards him, feeling a sudden rush of anger.

“Why the sudden interest? Just because I’m dancing with another guy and you feel threatened? Do whatever you want Jungkook, but keep your mouth shut if you come,” you hissed, pulling away from him and stalking into the classroom.

You spotted Taehyung and the usual table the two of you shared. He was already watching you, his eyebrows raised in confusion. You tossed your stuff onto the floor and plopped down into your chair, your head immediately falling forward to rest on the desk.

“First couple's quarrel?” Taehyung asked, placing his hand on your shoulder in sympathy.

Your head snapped up and you stared at Taehyung. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, a small laugh escaping him.

“W-what?”

“Why do you think Hobi likes me?” you asked, your voice flat and your eyes slightly glazed over.

“Y/N, are you okay? Did- did something happen at dance practice the other day?” “Answer my original question Tae,” you said, feeling hot tears prick at the corners of your eyes.

Taehyung took a deep breath, his hand sliding off of your shoulder.

“The way he looks at you… it’s how Jungkook looks at you sometimes. And the way he looks after you… Jungkook does that too. I don’t know if it’s fair to compare them but…” Taehyung trailed off, his eyes concentrated on you.

“I have to tell Hobi that I’m not interested. He’s nice and all, but Taehyung I really do think - no I know I love Jungkook. The fight thing we just had? I feel really bad right now.”

Taehyung let out a snort, a soft smile gracing his lips.

“That means you’re really in love Y/N. And if Jungkook’s feeling the same right now- which he probably is- then you know it’s true love. If you explain it to him, he may be annoyed that you’re dancing with Hobi, but he won’t be mad. Nobody really wants to see their significant other grinding on somebody else with a sultry look on their face, even if it’s fake,” Taehyung said, turning his attention forward as the bell rang and the teacher began to talk.

The truth was, Jungkook was feeling the exact same way. Why couldn’t he have just told you the reason he wasn’t at any of the performances?

“Hey, you all good?” Jin asked, leaning towards him with a concerned look on his face.

The baseball team was currently having a meeting about the championship game that was coming up in less than two months. Jungkook hadn’t heard a word the coach had said. His mind was still replaying the argument.

“Yeah, no I’m fine,” Jungkook whispered back.

He could tell Jin didn’t believe him. His eyes had that “I know you’re lying but you do you” look in them as they were slightly hooded and dark. His eyebrows were raised and his mouth was drawn in a straight line. Jungkook sighed knowing that one way or another Jin was going to pry to problem out of him.

“This morning Y/N and I g-”

“Did you hurt my sister?” Jimin interjected, his eyes cold.

“No. I mean yes. I mean not really,” Jungkook said, still trying to sort out the issue in his head.

“Yes or no? It’s not really a hard question,” Jimin hissed.

Jungkook sighed, pushing a hand through his hair. How was he supposed to say that the two of you fought and now you weren’t really talking without making it sound bad?

“It’s nothing. I’ll fix it, okay? I don’t like feeling this way,” Jungkook mumbled, avoiding eye contact with Jimin.

Jin nodded thoughtfully beside him. It was clear that Jin could see how in love with you Jungkook was. It would take a blind fool to not see how in love he was. Every time somebody said “Y/N” he perked up, his mouth curving into a slight, shy smile. His eyes would get warmer and would flick down to the ground then back up to the person who had said your name. Jin couldn’t help but wonder how Jimin didn’t see how in love with his sister Jungkook was. Maybe Jimin was the blind fool.

Jimin opened his mouth to respond, but the coach called out to the three boys, grabbing their attention and focusing it back on the problem at hand: the championship game. Not only would the championship game give them pride and glory, but it would also help with funding the baseball program at the high school. Therefore, Jungkook put his best effort forth in order to focus on what the coach was saying. He couldn’t though. How did you have this effect on him?

You couldn’t say you were surprised to see Jungkook loitering by your locker at the end of the day. He looked nervous, shifting his weight from foot to foot. He was focused on his phone, typing something before locking it and slipping it into his pocket. Jungkook looked up, his eyes locking with yours and he broke out into a nervous smile.

“What time does practice start?” he asked, stepping aside so that you could get to your locker.

“3:30,” you mumbled.

Jungkook nodded, opening his mouth to say something before you cut him off.

“I don’t know if Hobi will let you stay for practice but you’re welcome to see if he will,” you said curtly.

Jungkook tensed at your nickname for Hoseok, but he simply nodded. You closed your locker and headed towards the women’s locker room, your backpack slung over your shoulder. Jungkook trailed behind you like a lost puppy. His pitiful act was causing your anger to dissipate. He really did feel bad about not seeing you often and not supporting your interests when you supported his. He was just unsure of how to show his support. Truth be told, you were his first real relationship; he’d never loved anybody more than he loved you.

“Jungkook, I have to change. Just… wait here,” you said, stopping him before he could follow you all the way into the locker room.

He pouted, peeking around you to see an empty locker room. Most after school sports didn’t start until 4:30 so it was easy to see why the locker room would be empty. He looked down at you, his signature smirk plastered on his face, any trace of his endearing pout gone.

“There’s nobody in there, babe. C’mon, it’s nothing I haven’t seen before,” he half whined.

You shoved his chest. Your anger towards him - which had been ebbing - was completely gone so it wasn’t that you didn’t want him near you. Mostly, you didn’t want somebody to walk in and see you pinned up against the lockers by Jungkook half naked.

“I’ll be out in a few.”

You changed as quickly possible because you wanted to get to practice early enough to have a little downtime with Jungkook before you had to start. Walking out of the locker room, you noticed Jungkook was right where you’d left him. He grabbed your hand as you began to walk towards the cafeteria. When you got there, Hoseok and Taehyung were already there.

“Y/N!” Hoseok called, smiling brightly.

Taehyung simply looked from your hand intertwined with Jungkook and back up to you, raising his eyebrows as if to say, “All good?” You nodded before smiling at Hoseok.

“Are you up for staying late again tonight? I can still give you a ride home.”

You nodded before turning to Jungkook to introduce him. Jungkook’s jaw was clenched and a forced smile was on his face.

“Hobi, this is Jungkook. Jungkook, Hobi. He’s the dance captain,” you said, gesturing between the two boys.

Jungkook shook Hoseok’s hand, his fake smile slipping slightly.

“I’m Y/N’s boyfriend,” Jungkook said.

This time, it was Hoseok’s smile that slipped slightly.

“Boyfriend? It’s great to meet you Jungkook. Y/N’s never mentioned you,” Hoseok said, looking between you and Jungkook. Jungkook jaw clenched even more at Hoseok’s comment.

Long story, you mouthed.

Hoseok nodded, his smile finding its place back on his face.

“Well, you’re welcome to watch the practice. I don’t know how fun it will; there’s a lot of starting and stopping,” Hoseok said brightly as Yoongi and Namjoon joined the three of you in the cafeteria.

“Can we skip the long stretching Hoseok? I know it’s important, but I have a ton of homework so if we can end practice early…” Yoongi said, trailing off as he dropped his stuff onto one of the cafeteria table.

Hoseok nodded and clapped his hands loudly.

“Okay! Let’s start then.”

Jungkook’s eyes had barely left your body during the entire dance practice. At first, you were slightly self conscious but as practice progressed you began to feel less flustered and more confident. Knowing Jungkook couldn’t look away felt good, especially after not being able to spend any time with him for the past few weeks.

“Okay, Y/n - if you’re still up for it- and I will stay after to work on the duet and the rest of you can go home. Make sure you ice and get some sleep!” Hoseok called.

In three minutes flat, everyone except for you, Hoseok, and Jungkook were gone. Taehyung had shot you a look but even he hadn’t stuck around.

You sucked in a deep breath, suddenly wanting to be anywhere but in that cafeteria. The tension was thick enough to be cut through and each of you were waiting for the other to make the first move.

“I um- I think we should call it a night,” you said finally, well aware that you’d promised Hoseok earlier that you’d be able to stay after to work on the duet. However, you’d had a thought during practice that it may be better for Jungkook to see the dance practices you’d filmed for individual work at home before he saw the live version...

Hoseok let out a sigh of relief. There was really no way to make the dance not awkward with Jungkook sitting in the room just seven feet from the two of you. Was it the best idea to delay it? No, probably not. Was it a good idea to let him see the recordings of the dance before he saw it live? Oh yeah, definitely.

“I think you should get some rest. We’ve stayed late every night for the past few weeks. Take the rest of the week off actually. I think that, um, we have the dance almost completely coordinated so it’ll be, you know, fine,” Hoseok stuttered out, his face flushing in relief.

Jungkook’s eyes had narrowed, but he didn’t seem to mad about you not having to dance with Hoseok, alone, for the rest of the week.

“Do you need a ride?” Hoseok asked as he turned to pack up the dance stereo.

Before you could reply, Jungkook spoke.

“I can give my baby girl a ride home. Thanks though man.”

Both you and Hoseok flushed, but Hoseok - ever the professional - nodded quickly and plastered a smile on his face.

“Thanks. I’d hate to lose my dance partner. I’ll see you tomorrow Y/N,” Hoseok said.

You smiled brightly, trying to shrug off the arm Jungkook had slung around your shoulders.

“Thanks Hobi. I really appreciate it.”

Before he could reply, Jungkook was leading you out of the cafeteria. He picked up your bag and slung it over his shoulder, his arm that was around you coming down so that his hand could grasp yours. He gave it a squeeze, but it was still tense. You were angry at the idea of him not being able to handle you and Hoseok trying to help the team win the competition. He was angry at the idea of you being okay with any man touching you “sexually” that in public. It was going to be a long and quiet car ride…

taetae: how’d he take it?

you: didn’t show him…

you: i’m gonna send him a video of the practice first i think that’s a good first step

taetae: for once, i agree with you… ;)

taetae: soften the blow

You sighed, laying on your back and staring up at your ceiling. The entire house was silent, every occupant except for you sound asleep. The only sound came from your phone buzzing softly beside you and the slight creaks from the house settling.

taetae: otherwise did he take it well?

you: yeah… he said he wanted to go to practice because he couldn’t go to any performances

taetae: hmmm

you: what do you mean “hmmm”

You felt your stomach clench as you waited for him to share his wisdom with you. He had been right about Hoseok liking you after all…

taetae: all of the “baseball boyfriends” are there to support except for jungkook…

taetae: what’s he doing?

you: you don’t think he’s… idk like cheating

taetae: no

taetae: he loves you a lot it’s just weird you know… he might be but i really doubt it

taetae: just ask him and don’t think about it too much he really loves you and i’m sure he has a good reason

you: but his reputation as a player

taetae: yeah… his reputation :(

Thanks to Taehyung, you got no sleep that night.

#jungkook scenarios #jungkook imagine #bts scenarios #bts imagine #kpop scenarios #kpop imagine #myimagines

[dontbethatshank]

His Nickname(s) For You

Minho: Princess- When you first came into the Glade, all the guys treated you like precious cargo, seemingly afraid you might break if you lifted more than a sigle box of supplies. So whenever Minho saw you, he would tease yout o end about this, calling you princess and teasing you about your delicateness. You originally hated the nickname, but it became an inside joke. Now, everyday, Minho comes running in from the maze, a grin on his face, and the word ‘princess coming out right after. Dollface- Besides his harassment and his teasing nickname, he often calls you dollface. You once questioned him about it, and he shrugged a bit. You would share blurred memories you both would get - often stupid things, such as the smell of your favorite cookies, or the melody of a song you once heard. But once you remembered this beautiful porcelain doll you once had. you described it as the most beautiful thing you had ever possessed. Minho saw it fitting to call you dollface after that, claiming that you were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. You were his own little doll.

Alby: Darling-Alby had some simple nicknames for you. Nothing that was too ‘significant’ of meaning. But ever since he met you, he would always call you darling even before you began dating. Whenever you would get stuck doing something or would cause a mess, Alby would shake his head while laughing. “Oh darling...” he would say, smiling at you and laughing, before helping you out. It was something that soon just became a normal word for you. It was his small note of affection, and it was also how you could tell if you had upset him recently. Hot Shot- Besides some of the common nicknames and such, Alby enjoyed calling you Hot Shot. Being the girlfriend of the leader of the Glade sometimes got you a few teasing comments. Most guys would say how great it must be to not have to work as hard. They all meant it in good fun and teasing, but you often got upset over it causing you to over do yourself when it came to proving yourself. Alby called you Hot Shot, since you often got in over your head, but always still managed to work it out. Babygirl- Again, just a simplistic name. But it was your favorite. He often said it only privately to you, mostly out of pity or sympathy. It was his affectionate way or understanding you and nuturing you in his best ability.

Gally: Baby Bear- This nickname has little important meaning behind it. The only reason you got this nickname was because gally had said you slept like a bear. You were the hardest person to wake up and would make the oddest groaning/growling noises whenever someone did try to wake you up. Thus, you became baby bear. To almsot everyone in the Glade. Kitten- Besides being a pain in the ass to wake up, you loved to cuddle. Gally said you reminded him of a kitten, warm and snuggly, always sleeping and cuddling into anything that it could get its tiny body into. So whenever it came time to go to bed, he would always cal you kitten, laughing as you would try to protest but also would continue snuggling into his body and hiding yourself as much as you could. Shortstack- This one is self explanatory. you were the shortest person in the Glade, and Gally never let a day go by without reminding. So whenever he would find you doing your work or he would come and check on you, he would lean his arms on your shoulders, giving a greeting along the lines of “what’s up Shortstack?” often followed with a joke about your height, or anything really. He would tease you constantly baout one thing or another, it was just his personality.

Thomas: Giggles- You were the happiest person in the entire Glade, anything and anyone could make you smile or laugh. You often laughed over jokes that weren’t even funny or over jokes that weren’t even meant to be jokes. It was odd for most of the guys but also helped most of them laugh more themselves and put them into better moods. Even Gally couldn’t help but be in a good mood and let out a few good chuckles when you began giggling over nothing. And this earned you your title of Giggles. Originally, Alby gave you the nickname. He meant it affectionately but also out of annoyance. Soon, it stuck. Thomas was the one who often called you Giggles, but so did everyone else. People knew you by this nickname before they knew your real name. Duckie- Duckie was a nickname only used by Thomas. We you first came into the Glade, you were originally in kitchen, then with the builders, and even spent a few weeks with the medjacks. But you never felt like you fit in right. After awhile, you began hanging out witht he slicers. But you didnt help prep meat, you helped take care of the animals as a farmhand. You soon fell deeply in love with a small flock of young ducklings the Glade had. You gave them names, talked with them, some nights you even fell asleep in the pen with them. The slicers felt so bad about having to kill the ducks, they let you keep two of them. Thomas called you Duckie after the first time you fell asleep with them our in the pen. It has stuck ever since.

Newt: Babydoll- Babydoll is the most common nickname for a girlfriend, but you lvoed how Newt said it. It was sincere and sweet. He just started calling you it one day, no reasoning or backstory, it was just a nickname he picked up for you early on. He always told you that you were as cute as a doll, but that was what came after the nickname.  Chipmunk- This nickname was one that had an odd origin. It actually came about after you tried to cheer Newt up after a hard day in the Glade, when there were two griever attacks and the slicers had lost two goats in the Maze. He was tired, drained, and just wasn’t himself. While eating dinner, you sat across from him, making jokes, teasing him, anything to make him laugh. Randomly, you took some marshmallows you had stolen from Frypan (he had actually just given them to you), and stucked a few in your mouth, your cheeks puffing up. You started talking to Newt, your mouth stuffed with marshmallows, carrying on a normal conversation, being nonchalant as possible. And he lost it, “You look like a chipmunk!” he exclaimed, laughing his butt off. And it stuck. It became a small inside joke and a unique little nickname for you.

Frypan: Firecracker- Besides being his girfriend, you were known for being very hot headed and having an insane temper. The boys listened to you, they were afraid of any lectures or explosions of anger. You were like the mother of the Gladers, they all respected you and never wanted to anger you, although they did purposefully drive you crazy. Frypan was th eonly one who could get away with calling you this, even Alby never dared to make a comment like it. You weren’t the leader or second command or anyone of power, but everyone still respected you enough to not test your limits. Except Frypan - he lvoed pushing your buttons. He always did it. Sweetcheeks- Again. Another nickname only Frypan could gt away with calling you. It was soon discovered that you had a sweet tooth. You liked to make bread, adding sugar and honey to it, you enjoyed making sweet cakes for the Glade for one of their celebrations, sometimes you would even ask for small bits of chocolate and sweets to be sent up in the box. Frypan soon started calling you Sweetcheeks anytime he saw you sneaking off with anything to satisfy your sweet tooth. You sometimes would glare at him, but soon you just started offering hima bite or a drink, letting him in on your secret indulgence.

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[lucky-pancake-blog]

If only you knew.. It is officially two years today. My love for you now is even greater now and seems to never cease to grow. I wish I could tell you how much you mean to me. I wish I had the words to fix it all. I wish I had the power to go back in time and make different decisions. I wish I could take all of your hurt and worries away and be with you now. I will always love you, this will never change. i feel an antagonizing amount of absence from day to day, and a deep void of sadness without you there to hold at night, there to spend my life's moments, without you there to interact with and confide in. Without you there to endure life's trials with. Without you there to bother, challenge, and test me. I love you, I need you, I yearn for you, I am truly and insanely in love with you. Even in this moment the thought of you completely overtakes and courses through my entire being (heart,body,soul,and the unexplaible) as if I were completely, deeply, and intensely loved and accepted. You are everything to me, I truly support you. I'll always be open to your every thought, feeling, and need. I want you to be truly and sincerely happy. Even when it doesn't seem at times, I am here for you. You have my undying loyalty in and out of your presence. I pray that you feel content in knowing these things for they are the god given truth. I'm your #1 fan, your abrasive critic. These things you can trust and know as the sun sets and rises. This is the absolute truth as god as my witness. I want to grow old with you. Spend my life with you. And I'm willing to do whatever it takes. For the good of you, for your happiness there is no sacrifice too great. In my eyes you are my ticket to life, in all of its love and beautiful god given glory. And in you is everything from my worst pain and suffering to the very best moments of my entire life. Thank the Lord in his wonderful and generous blessings thanks be to Jesus Christ our lord and savior for this beautiful blessing in descise. This blessing of you my one and only love. Thank you I am forever grateful and enduring your cause. And thank you for your love in return. Thank you for all the beautiful moments. Good and Sad. I ask the lord everyday to bless you and our wonderful family, and to fill you with the depth and understanding of my love, for you are not filled with doubt. But with love and excitement for this blessing in descise, know through him the lord I will not say or do hurtful things towards you in any way. But am missing you, longing for my return to you, our family, our life as one. To be there for y'all whenever you need me with loving support. I've had a complete change of heart, thinking, feelings, everything. And man do I love and appreciate you and our blessed children. For this opportunity to change, for the forgivness, for you, for our sons. Again my deep loving devotion to you and our sons prosperity in life burns infinitely, intensely, as if there were the single hottest most important thing ever known to man and god sparked within my soul and can never be put out. This is what you mean to me. This is what the boys mean to me. These feelings are almost intimidating, it's scary to love something this much, so at times it gets to me. And I do or say things the wrong way or am misunderstood. And I suffer for these mistakes, but I understand there are sacrifices you must make. In order to keep balance, and appreciate the good in life and grow. Happy Two Years My One And Only Ever True Love. You will never be intentionally harmed or lied to or cheated again. I pray that you receive piece of mind. I pray for mine as well. I know you're alone and struggling. But I am always in your heart, and I am not going to ever give up on you. You cannot see me now, or hear me now. But that doesn't mean I'm not working on getting us back together. In fact that is top priority. Stay strong beautiful, Daddy is with you through prayers for now. But I have a feeling he will bring us back together for we are meant to spend our lives together. Jesus Christ himself has shown me this and if you mutually agree and forgive then we will make it through the worst of the worst. I guarantee. Stay strong baby, boy am I glad I pulled that heart pounding move on you this day in 2015. *Slides arm around you all slick and awkward like* "wanna read your horoscope babe?" I read yours. And you read mine. Afterwards we cuddled and talked I said something dumb like "it's ok for friends to cuddle" lol not knowing​ wether you were into like "that" . We cuddled and talked about everything the rest of your time there. I was really sad when you left and didn't wash mah pillow cause it still smelled of you. Oh and the slipper I kept for when you got back. Man I was in love, and I am to this day and will be for the rest of my life. To this one girl, now a beautiful woman, the mother of my children. You make me so proud baby, you are the strongest, loving, enduring goddess of my dreams and I am lost without you. Thank you. You are my everything. God bless you with strength and endurance and love. I'm always here, and i don't like sharing so you're still my girl the only one I'll ever love and want. When all of this is over, things will be so much better I promise. Stay strong HAPPY TWO YEARS!!! AND PLUS 6 OF BEING BESTFRANS!!! There isn't enough words to explain how important you are in my life. You're cute, I miss your singing my pretty baby. You have a beautiful voice. Man I miss it. That and keep that flawless smile wide for the boys. Ps plz make me sum fried egg n toast when I come home nummy you the egg champ baby lol fr Pss to my offspring daddy doing good following the rules and staying sober. Going to start church sunday. MY BEAUTIFUL BABYGIRL I THINK ABOUT YOU AND THE BOYS ALL DAY EVERYDAY. I DON'T REALLY TALK TO NOBODY BUT MAMA AND DEALING WITH PO S N STUFF. I'M IGNORING ALL BULLSHIT AND HAVE BEEN DOING GOOD. PLZ DON'T WORRY TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF MY HEART IS WITH YOU ON THE LORD ON MY FREEDOM I HAVE BEEN LOYAL HAPPY 2 YEARS!!!!!!!!!! I LOVE YOU FOREVER AND ALWAYS AND AFTER THAT AND AFTER THAT AND BEFORE THAT AND WAYYYY AFTER THAT AND FOREVER A COUPLE MORE TIMES :P I really miss you. 😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘 😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘 For all the days I missed trust me you're in for it when I come home 😉😊😇😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😇 I love you baby Love and miss Daddy God bless